Hymns To The Marvelous Antedawn
LogoPoetics Apocrypha
Oh Order of Rimbaud’s Suffocating Silence
You’re dreamt, and in dreaming
are dissolute, cthonic candelabra
waking to a shredding sun’s
white noise. The rain gorged lily
showers of drugged seasons,
a hashish dart through the dawn’s
sieve. Your eye opens in a constellate
of moon bamboo set ablaze by pale
angels in stratas of lunar arson,
Rimbaud’s obscene braille squiggled
on their wings.
The boy Rimbaud saves The Morton Lady from a
Chinese Cat, the laudanum striking her umbrella
anaesthetizing the creature, eyes opening and
closing in a dilatory cloud. She skips in reverie
through an accident in the greenhouse’scandy
gloss dome.
Oh Mouth of Shadows, behold
the artificial paradise’s divine anarchy,
beatified by marigold borders
in a maenad’s imaginal entropy.
You will wake to hear an echo
of night’s abandoned
chamber music, the beat
of the Wendigo’s Eldritch Prayer.
Oh Order of Novalis’ Star,
Put Sophia’s ablatory aeons to rest,
her crypt’s hymns harangues
for jackpin aeons of eternal night.
Song supernal of singing stone roses,
insatiable fuse of phantasy’s flower,
Die Blaue Blumelet.
Sophia sleeps in morbidezza. Her night’s
blessed immaculatos quattuordecim,
her menstrual tears slide under delirious
moons. Behold the artificial kingdoms
beatified by marigold foil borders
of a maenad’s imaginal entropy.
Let the Order of Bergson’s Reverie
Remember: spin in a radial quark
of dilated time, stitched ephemera
quilted inattention in linearity, poet
as chimera in memory’s static index.
Let the Order of Artaud’s Black Star
Begin: Semaphoric bird, spiritual daughters
semiotic points on thorazine shuffles,
spiritual daughters, barbed stars
in bursting black orchard fission,
chamber of drugged noir in abandoned
quiet rooms, zen of tuneless aqua.
In the Logos of The Marvelous, Let This Book o
f Hours and their holographic mandalas seal,
so we might seal the Shadow over the Substance.
John Thomas Allen is a 43 year old poet from Upstate NY. He can’t wait to meet his bride, Mary Henry, on the Saltair Pavilion.
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