Poem: Candleflame Candenza

 

Candleflame Candenza

 

blush and mango

into a griffin

and then azaleas,

a twist through boundless

gleams of zest,

pantomines of swoon

and lust speaking in tongues,

an inferno of gallops

riding a froth of constant birth.

what is this unleashed codex

which devours itself to fly?

what is this truth

of raved sermons from mad birds,

flutterous of rush

and fluent of vortex?

 

the leaps of this candle

embody a phoenix

which scrawls with its own suicidal quills

to birth cantos

immune to the paralysis of the clock--

phrases which loose a trample of fugues,

breadcrumbs of an ancestry of animal tracks,

feverish from a fusillade of quests.

what is this swordplay-like needlework

which stitches wounds

only to heal and rescue everything sensual?

 

what is this …

this…

 

this candle, this haven,

more than light,

rising up toward heaven

despite a sky of trapped iron;

for it has resurrected

the crumbling ash of death,

grown to dispel its stubborn seal,

ephemeral of aerial rush,

an echo of the first spark.

 

 

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