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One Minute Before Midnight

Nobody thinks of me as a witness

or sees my evidence.

It’s later than you think

Though it looks like daylight.

Come along and join along

Let us make haste to before.

Nobody thinks of me as a witness

or sees my evidence.

Let us make haste to before it was before.

Fix a big lock on the door

Do not go gently there.

Nobody thinks of me as a witness

or sees my evidence.

Come along and join along

Let us make haste to before before was before.

Fix a fig leaf to the door

Let us make haste.

Nobody thinks of me as a witness

or sees my evidence.

Do not go gently there.

It’s later than you think

Though it looks like daylight.

Do not go gently there.

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Eyes (& Orphee by Cocteau)

I have been approaching an idea I am still approaching

I circle the idea again and again

for some reason I made this comparison of eyes.

Eyes are truly the window to the soul

The soul is truly a window to the eyes

The window is truly eyes upon the soul.

I think of the glazier in Cocteau’s poetry-film Orphee wandering in the underworld.

I have the VHS tape rewound & worn, rewound & worn.

I may watch Orphee again one day. It reminds me of somebody.

My very own figure of death no longer mine.

In this comparison:

Burl Ives: Actor ~ musician ~ crouching fire-starter, lonely hero, feet of clay, masculine subject-object, middle name Ivanhoe, dancing round the Maypole, related to composer Charles Ives. In the heart is the first principle.

Mona Lisa: Mystery-school perception, the sun-drenched alchemical Renaissance, feminine subject-object, diagram the ancient golden number, echoing feet, touch linen ~ hazelnut paste, envision the Milky Way. In the heart is the first principle.

President: The conceptual zero imagined in three-dimensions, museums collapse beneath clouds funnelling stones, candy cigarettes, a camoflauged animal-skin eye-patch, mythological gods stir in vengeful coughing slumber. Envision the absent first principle.