Equinox

Luminous web of slipping time 
I was sinking in the silos of summer 
deadly ironic grandeur like an aftershock I went after 
Violet equinox
in the spring I was becoming a god
Time was a white circlet 
vanishing into world ash 
fire on the bridges of locusts peeling
back the nervous eyelids of night
gypsum in the heat I wanted to die 
You had the stupor of dawns
and I was forgotten 
dreaming of transfigurations
lucent heaven wheezed by 
barbed lightning I was beheaded 
dreaming of flaming orchards in the palisades 
forge of the comets 
cast me in your devoted nets 
Heaven’s dark theater and the discord went on 
The evenings were shrinking
the gorge of the sea was Gatsby green 
and I was dreaming of lightning in the palisades 
Camphor flame on the cusp of clouds
Thought I saw cherubs in the orchard dust 
the radiance!
like a reverie of high winds