BLACK RENAISSANCE NOIRE
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so suggestive, they are a swinging pocket watch,
they induce hypnotic sleep; entranced
I submerse myself slow, rip current undertow,
sense of time-space slips away
am I an astronomer, I don’t know?
in mind’s eye — I am Leonardo da Vinci’s last
brush-stroke of her eyes,
and she is the grand-great-grand-great granddaughter
of Mona Lisa, her eyes her demise
for they will drive men mad with longing
and mystery, they are the impossible placebo;
I dream of being the surrealist in Paris
who plots to steal her eyes from the walls of the Louvre
so I can look into, Santo Spirito forever,
for she is a Mesopotamian magnum opus heiress
older than the stones on which she stands,
her eyes a direct line to the original amulet
essence of earth, pyramid of seashell and sands
she whispers: I will tell you my secrets…
I fall further
scrying
can’t help myself
she says:
…and my dreams dotdotdot
Now maybe it was the shock of the Lorca show
that shifted her shadow so, I don’t know
but as she speaks of her dreams
in Italian whisper-low, her breath lifts from Cave of the Crow
like she goes to Point Nemo, divines herself
and returns, with a crazy Nostradamus after-glow;
forward in time to realise who she is,
like she looked into the eyes of unknown,
and her hanged man swings across her belly
there on the cobble stone,
in the chill of eve’s air; as the caterpillars
look down on us from freezing branches
their beings transform, as if warmed
by this Madonna’s inner sun
who breaks through, spiral spun—
incredible;
she gives birth to herself
before me in the nocturne
her head a halo as she lowers her eyes
and sees into her own vision,
her own apparition, in which she flies
morphing-mystic; nd I could be in a play; and then
a
her lover advances, breaks the spell, puts his arm around her
It’s time to go, are you cold?
she replies:
I am warm now
And I return to the words of my teacher who said:
You have entered the realm of gold
and now I know what she meant;
I would crush a priceless pearl
and drink it, to stay in this moment
for time:
zingaro zingaro zingaro
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