apadravya worship xiii ¬ in collaboration with disciple of life

 
 
{iii}  
& there amid the roots, in the fusion of spine & axis  
where queries of impermanence slip thru  
the folds of illusion  
& non-dualism is made manifest in seeded tears;  
the hierarchy distilled to the quarks of its essence,  
particles of the absolute & relativity coalesced in  
overarching matter against form  
in the quantum measure of  breath  
 
neither beast nor the best of me  
would live again should you relent  
your destiny enslaved by my desires  
rippling through every porcelain atom  
the breadth of all that was once yours, mine  
as if you were the matrix and I the one  
 
{ii}  
flesh condensed to the sum of perception with  
the façade of civility torn away to  
reveal the raw substance; postmodern  
paradoxes conceptualized in sinew  
& skin too tight for bone,  
in salt pooled at the creases of principles,  
at the intersection of line & shape where we  
sought symbolism in substrates.  
& it was there, in the geometry of your cornea,  
the black mass absorbing light & dark, in  
the cracked ice striations of white blue;  
sequences of 1.61803 in every molecule  
there in the pinprick thru which i  
measured the sum of my parts  
 
promises bled of broken words  
within the ache of every fractured truth  
like sins relinquished unto the father  
so shall your bones whisper my name  
in the parlance of the damned  
 
{i}  
i swallowed the frequencies of creation,  
the ripple where consciousness meets barbarism  
& it was in that schism of zero-point energy  
that i understood the dichotomy of the finite.