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Untitled -- 2.10.2006
SOW’S EAR, SILK PURSE
Illumination eared! the nodal note of the sow’s
Shoat, on the shine of a silk purse! And the shoat moves
Through the shaken reed windward, silent, on clovenward
Hooves;
In the wake of winds.
Sound and light, divine fiat the creation makes!
Whether from shine of swine or glitter d’or.
The fool’s gold is teaching the shoat to dance on moonbeams
Rare, under the earth’s heaven, under the night and star dog
Fancy dancing, deigned blessed and true, for such a hog.
Behooves the hooves
To dance across planets, funerals dirge, night gathers up sound,
Comets fall on our head in the foggy boggy mew,
Only for humanity in the cry of it’s pleading invocative
Heart! Faintly, quietly, the sound is heard and light seen
In the pigpen of the earth, he comes on galactic ray keen,
Verily he
Alights on the strand of earth upon the mew and every tree,
And verily he flashes forth from East to West. Yes, he
Comes as portents from comets has foretold on parchments
Long ago, not for night, nor gold, nor silken purse nor hair;
But for the faith of each of us and our invocative prayer
He comes on light
To separate the fool from gold and for our unsacred sake
He comes for every shoat and sow; he comes for you and me.
