Black Holes, Chanting That Apollon Boreas Thing, Symbols, and Poetry

Hubble Deep Field

Apollon who gleams, who fills us up like a basin —what light within lightlessness?The ancients wrote that all could be illumined —but what illumination for the edge beyond which lightdances eternal with itself alone, bound and liberated,unseen by all, where space dances out timeand time ricochets oracular in the darkest stars?Does it mean that the … Continue reading Black Holes, Chanting That Apollon Boreas Thing, Symbols, and Poetry

Four Drops of Bay Oil

four drops of bay oil three together, the fourth alonecircling as they twistedsmaller circle inspirallinguntil they pressed together in contactlike prayer hummingwithin the mindlight descending victorious When I prayed this morning, the drops of bay oil I gave to Apollon caught the light, three grouped together, the fourth alone. I watched the smaller bit inspiral … Continue reading Four Drops of Bay Oil

Truth (a poem)

What is this unstirring nectar,the gift we beg receivinga double serpent moving swift,laurel branches rustling,the scent of bay awakening,frankincense oil burning so delicateas if we inhabit a fractal floweropening up in vivid stillnessuntil it flows like that springstruck by Pegasus for the Mousaithat welled up to make all song.Is this nectar truth, yet ungraspable,so mind-tangible … Continue reading Truth (a poem)