Madonna of the Furthest Fire
I thought it would be my salvation
but no salvation can survive the storms
Tell me what lived in the stillness of Galilee
Light winds I was your willow girl unraveling
The Extravagancy! of the Fathomless Deeps!
Desire like a crushing thing with no currency
I was a kept thing of the darknesses
Arrogant even in decaying
There were silos of dark ash
The wind was white fire in the pines
Midnight I was its river pilgrim
the water lived like wings in afterlife
Conditions for Vanishing
in the cliffs of cold moonlight
the Night was a bonfire in voided golden eternities
and I wanted—
every reverie was like a firstborn killing
every evening moon was in its pavilion
even Orpheus was just Silver in the Wind
gone as dead poppies on the roadsides
like a mystic in the mountain I died in silences I died
twilight was a rosary around the red of my neck
and even the forgiving God that lives in silences could not forget
Desire did the Darkness Invent the Earth?
I did not care to know
it was the Hierarchies of Orchestrating Light
like an Aurora glowing
that had me on my knees every liquidating night
ecstasy that Inquisition of Fire we could not forget
Desire it was DESIRE I said to Eternity
like sorghum vanishing before the starved in the deeps
Desire I wanted like a haunted thing
The Extravagancy!
worst of all
It Needed Me