Kristin Ryling, is a poet, primarily identified by her complex and highly sonorous, sound poetry. She uses a variety of nuances, such as cadence, alliteration, mirroring and tonal qualities, emphasis and sentence structure, to establish the lyrical demeanor evident in her writing. Her poems are intended to be abstract and suggestive, a bit of a rebel maverick, along the lines of Jackson Pollard, in equivalent terms of the traditional art world, of his time. She takes on the sacred standard of language used solely for its communicative purpose. It is her hope, in both journey and in visuals, that the reader is allowed into the process, in envisioning their own mental prespective or period, thereby becoming a kind of writer participant, facilitating their own individual imagination. For some the only valid expression of art is traditional realism, but in reality abstract art is equally present in our environment. If realism is the truest depiction of an object, such as a tree, then the space between the branches is where the abstract lies. Be it feathers, fish or butterflies, this assortment within nature exsists.
There are several elements that add to the complexity of these poems, simply put, one is her love of language and words as individual components. Kristin holds an abiding conviction, that over time, vocabulary has been reduced. There is a school of thought, active for several decades, that proposes in theory, writing should be held to its simplest conveyance. An idea not only advocating, boring redundancies, but sending so much of the glory, imagination and vibrancy of language, to its verbal grave. A basic premise exists, if words are your craft, then learn words.The author is passionate about finding the left behind and neglected, performing a somewhat deliberate resurrection. She also believes, there are many people who prefer, at times, cream over water. It is like asking an artist to limit paint color to tint and tone, black and white, over all, it’s a poor construct.
The same principle notion holds true for what is added, in her poems. Roses and violets are wonderful, but there exists a vast array of beautiful floral and fauna, still in need of poetic worship. Moths, birds, various trees, types of winds, mushrooms and lichen, often with delightfully sonorous names, waiting to be remembered and written. These candidates often find their way into her work. Unknown names of entities that most may not recognize, but should entertain, again adding to complexity. Kristin’s work follows most closely, the synthetic movement within poetry.
Prior Publications:
Trompe l’oeil. Firewheel Editions 2000
The Writer’s Garret, Dallas, TX
No one in the history of literature sounds like Kristin Ryling. These beautifully complex prose poems are collected like so many of the butterflies and moths whose names flitter through Ryling's poems on pristine pages in lovely rice paper wrapping. An unforgettable debut.
Brian Clements PhD
Sentence No. 1 A journal of prose poetics. Firewheel Editions. 2003
Sentence No. 5 A journal of prose poetics. Firewheel Editions. 2007
Sentence No. 8 A journal of prose poetics. Firewheel Editions. 2010
An Introduction to the Prose Poem. Firewheel Editions. 2009
Current Publications:
Mnemes: The Complete Anthology 2020
Mnemes: The Complete Anthology 2022
Special Edition
De Nova Mica 2020
The Writing Tear 2020
An Acrobat In The Waterfall 2021
Allonge In Lace 2021
The Art of Rosa KORbin 2021&
1/2 O = C 2021
Ambient Friction 2022
Skua, Aftermath and Cello 2022
Peshtigo 2022
Zi Sha 2022
Rosa Nitida 2022
Violets, Twice by Golden Light 2022
Omilteme Cottontails 2023
Lady Ljutomer 2023
Tea Dance or Folklorico? 2023
Bonairian Oleander 2023
Papier Mache’ 2024
The Last Smoke Painting of the Matriarch Tree 2024
Pochette 2025
The Fettering of Lunette 2025
Copyright © 2020 - 2021 - 2022 - 2023 - 2024 Kristin Ryling - Lapin Press
If slips upon the ascogenous, stones of deliquesce, I hold
sure summation in the slat of sun between our palms, in
your Phaeton I am turned to light side of cypress, from
Leighton greens of sterile cone, cuttings to Arboretum.
Of palea and of awn, moths to the imago of Klystrom
light, find the biennial of flower pressings, or first cuff-lets
of herbarium, if the gills of wind oscillate the armatures
of fragrance, from the Apulian red, her breasts of freesia.
If there is no consortia, here beneath the lamb’s breath,
how then might I airy Priangan, if the shallier palter
to rain, doublet here her coat of holm, warm the prime
of ruffles, for civility weavers her pinfold of velvet,
inside the shell, her sun!
The departure deviated when the grated path found
derivation, though advancing kept medium of retort,
radiance in the glossaries of soil.
The airy benison, congenial, a bullion of light, the
samaritans of Pheasants Syrmaticus, comely flowers
in the cream chaste of morning.
Commonweal the lion hearts of feathers, as rudiments
of the day rumored promotion, felicity gave ingraft the
night, able laughter decorous.
A miscreant, I amber there, emotions in Faturan,
a child of Copal, stealth without calumet, possessorship
superimposing, within altruism, without self-administration
harried, infringed, transilience.
All idolatry of trespass, in cartels of sap, loosen the
pendencies of Bitterfeld, in placate of conqueror, beside
of rodomont, pray abysm this trace, potent inutility,
palindrome this converse of leavings.
Soften all eulogies, cures beyond the windowpanes
or confines of consternation, unendurable portraitures,
or piercings in sash of grace, harrow me from ephialtes,
so cark this writhe of chaste.
Infatuated with trees, suffragettes as the easterlies
lampoon, we gala to submit and when such caprice
dégagé to part with ash and dust, retrieving truss
the linear stand.
Hostess the Myrtle oak, Sweet Cherry, shining
Sumac in foreground of the Tallowtrees, what is
pinnate by the Burning bush, for after the fires the
the sprout of root defies.
Fealty by the cadence of chortle, violets of Allegheny
Plums, measure the crowns of stow, against winds of
object, breathing effigies oblique as stone, gender fruit,
leaves of Little Silverbell, pair safe to ring.
Steep the promontory cloud, celsitude in stature, in pitch,
despite the tourelle and the dome, one must make close of
bruising, paradisiacal, hyaline in blues of apotheosis, some
calid of afterlife.
The rains will fall from pagoda, in the languor of inertia,
from painted ceilings of John Robert Cozens, four thousand
feet to salutary, in every for-mount of patrician’s mirth,
the intervene must carry.
In the medley of linens, or where the axis of silk, cumbrous
windows thorough are unsealed for perforations, gladiolus in gap
of scent, in hominy of senses, such consecration of resonance,
blithely recreation.
Mushroom oysters, hemming of Tifblue blueberries,
the hay-scented ferns, black stone flowers, Kalpasi,
chalia lichen, commune trees of tiny sassafras, in lowering
garments of forest.
Dossiers of pennyroyal, rock tripe and Chrysothrix,
neither pothos the wayward canes of gloriole, least the
mosses of hanging sorrow, or rabbiteye of frost, by the
threaded castings, souls of errant step.
Ramps and wild onions, Xanthoia by stocking’s foot,
heart leaf cautions belie the fan flowers, wake not daybreak
the moth of Galium carpet, as fictions sleep upon the granite,
the learned wings of the moon.
Sylviid Warbler, Corvoidea, Song Sparrow, palmers
of caloyer, Clare carols from the cabinetry of the trees,
mothering fair the conventual.
Russet mantle of the Mimids, Phylloscopidae, calm
yellow of vestments, poems trembling from the dolman
of Balsams, the catharsis of love.
From the trousseau mint, Mentha x piperita, the coteries
of Chipping sparrows, pale basques of throat, feathering
Inverness, surtout feathers of cope blue skies.
Terriers call the minus child, Ars subtilor, Ars antiqua,
to minor courts of hope, appraising coppice from the oval
crowns of trees, Kinglets and early Starlings.
Aquarists swimmers, flexion motions Rose Dore,
fluid emotions in Thunniforms of crescent fins, hearts
in ascendant assignations or sates of Scarlet Lake.
Not as the codices or rivet stems, Countcoffe lavender,
or under-water of Davy’s grey, her last of thin brushes,
Luke branches, grief of Quinacridone violet.
From the thus of Smalt seas, Phthalo turquoise as
suffer come up for air, lateral love augment false this leaf
in her river rushes, Capital Mortuum Violet.
Sulids song from the Floratam,
Sanderlings serenades from the sea grass,
from the reed splines, tomes of splendid reminiscers
gamelan orchestras of Pomarine jaegers.
Custos breve half rest of clouds, ottava
wings of passage, Ash split songs of cane or
chantress, soft diesis of Akepa, tercet orange mediant
melodies, Dorian blues of presa hosts.
Bouteloua or lovegrasses, Coix lacryma-jobi,
Oriels of Oryza humming, leitmotivs of soft strains,
inland winds among the Teff, patina songs of lemongrass,
yellow Sordo from sweet Saccharum.
Bohn the illustrations of light, bright birds
of morning mezzanine, periodic oratress among
the kittiwakes, pittites of flowers, breezes of Eng.
theatre, golden tortoises intramural light’s
ambition.
Might I here, a copper intermission?
Lowering candles to the sequins of horizon ,
breast of evening, intercession as flames dismast,
wreaths refulgent lain to ground, requiescat in pace,
the shadows leave in silent chiaroscuro,
ci-git.
Might I here, oil of floating lanterns?
The hour transposes, trespasses of Somerset,
foresight of mature season, clarets resurgent
compline to chersonese, morning’s ruby whisperings
of Myrana, patois of Lepistemon, Mary of olives,
new labor.
Tea’s -
Darjeeling Margaret’s Hope,
Yin Zhenceleste,
darling Karas Choat,
caressing certain pressures
of fingertips,
delights to elicit,
dampened sighs from porcelain.
A morsel dropped, of Pu-erh,
raising pitch,
in premise of leaf,
both vegetal and vanilla notes,
and perhaps dark dragons,
in delightful delicacies
of floral temperament.
There is a stone with a ring bore,
aligning center table,
her morning portion
fresh by air,
of Kiptagich Purple oolong,
offering mineral
and artichoke notes,
tomorrow dark liquor
in tomes of leather and undergrowth,
Kukicha Stemgreen,
her way of finding earth,
per tear, craft swelters atone.
Breeding consciousness
among us, cultivars and comets,
the awareness of flax,
writings of the Mangroves,
the receding joy of dolphins
galas of dorsal fin.
Houses of the weaver bird,
architects of Madonna,
loss of turgor in touching stimulus,
leaving waters of Mimosa Pudica,
the ancient fingers prints of Sequoias.
Sentimentality of Keta Salmon,
for their birthplace,
the migrations of latitudes,
by Sternidae and Red Phalaropes,
dances of Parotia,
aviators of the Violetears,
endless gallantries of visceral procreation.
Counsel free choir Emily, mornings glories
have opened, and your glove puppet is making
kite strings, tether glee fight!
Soft of Eye splices and Prusik knots, Emily,
form the Rigid-Heddle looms, from Inkle, I
will unbraid your hair or burden thought.
From the cordgrass and spiked Ravenna,
Emily, your chrysalis in Purple millet, in dine days
I find you, early violets without aspic.
To warming May, your child stone Emily,
tears dissipate quickly, quiet seed in Adam’s apples
of carry Crows, as Kaiser-i-Hind purpose there.
I looked through her eyes of lonely buildings,
entrances of Sorghum trees through the broken glass,
torn wallpaper Petrouchka Flock, wrinkled birdsongs
fluttering from the tears of Faversham Moss.
Murmuring due, the broken forays, a velvet pattern
christened Brer Rabbit, wainscoting bleeding
the blood rain of years, a frail tone which blanched from
heart, less pallid assertions present in her dress of ivory.
From scaffolds contrite of fallen shelves, expenditures
Elizabethan, where in amber her pace, the Sycamore’s
grew sullen, pessimism in her threads of brambles,
buttons of Oakum hooks, in bare redress her collar bones
did forge ample, posterns of frail chest.
A mural of Peltogyne,
painters of unripened reseda,
natives of amaranth,
reticulations of plaster,
brought a beautiful fidelity
to the nescience woods
of Purple Heart.
Numeracies in gnosis of leaves,
sophistries of the unlettered artist,
lines in foresight of acuity,
remaindered time,
in delicate, warm distortions,
misnomers of textures,
tender discordances of highlights,
tyro days, of expatriate elders.
Cognizance in due passage,
I felt the air of wallows,
in light headed passage,
donnish templates of the peace,
that principal hour of old hand,
pausing extricably the rote,
a date of wrinkled fingers,
passing tenderest visage,
simpler qualities across my face.
For Ciba, light blue captions,
livid blue announcing skies,
for Ciba, who atones in soft plebiscites
Lammas Day, Scilla siberica.
For Ciba, gifts of brass rubbings,
weatherings phthalocyanine,
brindles of indigo, her Blue Niles crying
perturbations in hand of Strawberry mark.
For Ciba, skimming bluets, Sedge sprites,
how softly she adapts the peacock wings humming,
her heavens songs of Robin’s egg blue,
stria shells of heart, as the yoke is breaking.
Time of spirit, when the fauna passes through the trees,
chronos found of gentling hours,
when the Alantides feel breast the reef,
treatises of Sappenwood and the green anole,
as the solicitors solitudes, join the belonging joy
in trillions of the emergent one.
The fools in alter crop of divergent hour, will chime,
beset the bitter millenniums,
when the dove bares born likeness,
that barren of hate,
the substantial of lion and lamb will mate,
the congress of eternal, ecstasy will inherit,
all providences in bestow of pain.
I will find you well when the pica amends the cloak,
when all baroque volumes are read,
what the Airedales of messenger transcribe,
of the Oryx of the reefs,
and sight sees the unknown colors, join with me,
be near to me in exhibit, chorus of billions,
what euphoria of sounding be,
what I hold of you singing,
I will vine to your breath,
ardent, eternal epiphanies.
I write again, chimes in ovo,
far from brannigan, from Eris,
or discordia…
of amity, of caritas,
for Rosa praelucens,
for tannen, for Rosa tonquinensis.
At distances from imbroglio,
against the contra,
before the naysayer,
in part charities of fragrance,
Amber Nect,
Avon or aves of Avocet.
Ner’ the footpath, below the Johnathan,
through garden houses
of partisan spirits,
reunion or bond,
Abigaile or A Shropshire Lad
of sorority
join hands Kiftgate, lightly Korresia.
Oh breeze of carry comfort,
Madelene Hill,
Spotted touch-me not,
Highland cream and Leprechaun thyme,
comfrey dreams of inglenook,
commorancy, quilt quietly,
soft hopes homecoming.
Heart in pocket cases, quintessence,
doublure the wainscoting,
escritoire the woodland brings,
carrier of the Gladstone bag finds,
her vargueno full of kings,
trug and skep, the creel of thistles,
insistent etui to be left at gate.
A pike is placed locking halls
of Canterbury,
I prefer my tablespoon of gardens,
evening bag my pouch of clouds,
if I lota thirst for scyphus rains,
labis handles, the sojourner,
has come sipping.
Initially they were summations of a paradox, one by hand
of Saker’s falcon, the other by Mao, by No’n la’ , Jin ribbons,
demure milliner of reeds.
Nanette of white teg, made wreath of town, MAi sought
Ukiyoe prints, aspiring to the disciplines of Hanfu headdress
and omphalic pearl.
It was interior, the bosom where they met, penetralia their
inness of cores, Nanette flew the feathers of the leather crown,
MAi wore the rice hat, and kites of silk gowns,
Terrace thus twixt, Bostrychia Ibis, encincture of tiers.
I met with her, conference concealed, by the wall of terra cotta,
by the scribe of pedestal vase, by vail of Ludwig lilacs, what would
fall to the ground of aubergine kiss, marionette lessons of a few
petals, tiers of Agincourt beauty.
She spoke to me, in still cadences of silk slippers, for the court
velvets of interior bonsai roses, deeply touching personal corridors
where the stems attach, close akimbo the bonfires of the
purple dragons, cultivars tender flames sequin.
A name was spoken by her voice of white course of pageants,
I numbered the whisper by the eternal galaxies of terrestrials spoken,
night pupils fill with brands of stars, in her christening I was
mentioned, orchestral word, holiest song ever written.
Birding’s Allegro, baldpate or brant, odyssey’s and
flitting’s, legato whispers soft feathers of Empress E minor,
by waist of the merls, the flour moths dance.
8 va _ _ _ _ , the junco, journalese the measure, songs
convivial to Jove, the climbing art of musical trees,
prophet staffs of Jeremiah, trio terns for singing.
Lyrebirds the notes implicit, Aiolos stains sung for
grape hyacinths, annotate warbles through the paper,
Sprigs and Sheldrakes, cert of chorale crafts.
Bells of garrison,
bells of hasten,
truant sound presageful redeemers,
brief mourn celerity of feeling,
forewarn the call of upland hills,
songs of mist that press the peace.
Very lights of dissuaded melody,
tocsin tabor.
Crotal bells of caveator,
chimes apprise Agogo crying,
sort to augury,
the handbells of Cassandra,
forearm watchers of the waves.
The withering feathers willing by carol,
the elder game birds of levanter,
recitals arias for chime,
relief to lay bolster,
thin retreat the thermos seas,
admonitory’s caution,
pause for breath,
to air in trusses, of French lavender.
Bells of cherish,
bells of chanson,
truant sound presageful redeemers,
brief mourn celerity of feeling,
forewarn the call of upland hills,
songs of mist that press the peace,
Very lights of dissuaded melody,
tocsin tabor.
Exuberant, celebratory fins, felicitous geysers
before breath, indicative impressions prefigured,
fluid conduits, argot beads of wharf, embouchure.
Orca, baleen whales, seas of croft, oceans of pueblo,
yielding portals to bliss, skylights sluice sill, the windows
home, percolating efflux, each sonnet laughter.
Contentments full offspring, vanity’s furbelows which
sire through waters, every utas or Octateuch exodus,
where issuing imports, effuse from waves.
Flying jib of martingale, sampan’s to and fro, saic
of stay sail, vinyon sheets of homoousian, orchids
of aurora’s twins. Thus eyes foreroyal shroud, the
Zephyr yarns of light, aubergine of spanker vang,
so hour by list.
Yes by those, the Carling float, the eight oar of oil,
in the lantern hand of blue jacket night, plié
shipentine, fet-lock the Uviol lamps at keel, every
necking of the sky, under stars in treenail orbits,
sea gasket, reef earing, geant-at-arms, the sun it’s
darkened time.
When I remember her ingress, her maiden initials
of porticos, I think of charmeuse roses, thornless
superstitions she left as awnings, in peculiar places.
Lambkin ornaments tendered surreptitious, her
round about way, of love and loveliest.
The furtive, asking gaze of her almshouse, her eyes
breathing, either lifts or downdrafts, in persuading
coverlets, or foremost rescue, her shyest of
bedchambers. Timidities genesis, a foreground
sun as curtain’s rise, and with her soft whispers,
floret always, a single petal fell.
This tale was born in a peculiar trek of imagination, an oddment wondering at the curiosities of creatures. In this particular voracity, the curio is a rabbit, I will name Peshtigo. As a poet whose fascinations tend toward nature, greenswards of grass or the occasional Paper birch, my inner child once felt needed striping, this day I found myself watching cottontails, one in particular. A ray of sunlight was stippling through cedars, highlighting the coat of one nibbler among the blades, a genesis thought arose, perhaps in some whimsy of passion, do animals muse over their environs natural beauty, as humans pleasure habitat, do poets and seers sort among them? I answered this premonition of pondering myself, yes I thought, it’s story time!
The hand of Hizen porcelain holds harlequin's pen, and the author's intarsia forms its fenestrate syllabus. Formosa Wrasse in ledger print the oceans, the halo-cline skin praise as integer pertains to the flesh, its pigment hearing the false emphasis of sins. Sages abrade a modest jurisprudence, yet if divinity is against the body's sensual impulse, what is this tissue that Rafael's butterfly paints and helix defends? The collage calls its brink-man to the phosphors of sense, to the chromatic alphabet that germane tarnish the sea's events, abject the soft sequins of silt, and tissue escort by liquid enchant.
Cumbersome frowns on limber Solidago, in hardier bearing than the general impuissance of field tethered fauna. Such bitter contribute that shall not defer from it’s intention. The diaphanous image in accordance with the astigmatic light, augmented beneath the latent Osmium lamps of even tide. Vacuous the misused linearity of the anaglyph months and the occupation of cold foreshortened apostrophes. Yellow boards of aging thyme, strained in tethered perils of season's hubris. The apples Jonagold, without find of purpose, retain their compositions of past lift, in summer’s honored carpentry, in the justified parity’s of common life.
Canes brute elements obtain Orion's hound, Canis Major and chanting versus the swan, the mansions of physicists are made of lyres, cranes and the balances of the gods. Apperceived will tension attend the hippogryph, whose linen physique hides within the tryoan blue walls, in the stars whose shields are water. Theories are but the mere gadgets of thought, the myths of poets and cosmonauts. Callum the sculptors' tool, and octant in referenced folding images, or somatic line the idle giant draws, in the codicil of the perambulating sky.
We are all fields rote, burr combines, with no intimate evidence, others transcribing our vignette, in parody of remote decalcomania. With each encounter we are re-identified, leaned forward in lithe water, sponged in medians splash interpreters, our integrity in violet bars along the rhubarbs, clustering nullifidian stalks. Self singular, scenic copyright cuts, Miro tap aquarellist, as precise as the spread of the spill, that travels the paper independent. Experience to experimental, exceeding skill sets or enumerators, equations repelled, at entering the cotillion, paper daisies claim to represent.
In height attenuate, the crocus of scarlet iodine and the chronicle soap of the milkweed, blossom in the fog of the ghost's demerit. The garden is resuscitating to the winds nepenthes sigh, and to the perfumes, kindest circumambient. The demulcent breeze portrays its curative brace, touching the pedal in redundant construct. Color trembles in tatting apprehensive, as though it were an apricot pennant, irritable upon a resounding ophicilede. Mediocrity succumbs to the congeries of effervescence, and to the humid whirlpools of elegant argosies.
The fabled clairvoyants of presumable wing, the Purple Starlings parhelion regard by light, and in consecution become the causidical brush of carbon shadows. Iridescence gauss between the roses, inherent to the sartor’s sun, in Euclid of flame or in punk pellucid, appeal the patriots ban's betroth in beauty. Pinions of point amethyst, do dance in arcs of meritorious sky, the fascia implementing its tectrices and auric in simple homage. A stipendiary of widow's violet, almoner of spurge or viola's, an Easter tithe to winter’s penance, the watercolor raining will transfer most benevolent, devoting atria's pigment to parsimonious stain.
Occludent's judge failing praise, hearing lies in octaves, with serif to obsequies and obscurants to delay. Tenure does drop the eyelid like the guillotine when truth is realized, sorrow determines the structure, which seals the doors that truncated hope will no longer enter. I have traveled in dreams with celestial skill and entered the body of facsimile as if it were truth. I endure through this prayer of refuge, with an eternity greater than the gods, elevate this episode which is life, and allow the loveless to implore the lords of her demise.
Appias Nero, acquiring incognito an ovoid defense, that jeopardy may reprieve the raven's apricot eye, deterring predators with visual charade, heightened strafe morning white, fly Delias Mysis to the labors of butterflies. The paisley emollient, case oil in sunlight, a glittering waste and industrial iridescent vaulting in lubricant rainbows. Whimsical maneuvers of charity and carapace quell your catalogs of casting sheen, the belief that castles are impervious to nature’s requirements, this barrier chrysalis beneath the lantern lithophane. Graphed to lean in flying cloth, and set firm in the timorous of the grapes. The Twin-line Lappet's to evanescence ceased, neither biquintile weights nor hexagon beveled from the flower's edge. Quarantine or limitation does not apply to jovial dexterities, the pentose of sugar, and penumbra of commons or Pentecost of wing.
Purple Gallinule neither flies Pleiades forward to join the funeral for the trees. Witness the eye from hound's tooth, for curl stares oblique, noting the black mourners. An allegory provides birth lots, where the sheaths draw but vandals’ disseminating sorrows, and earth aerator is victim. Sidereal the consumption, the harbinger's tears damp to the lamb threads, which twist the vines through the soft, talc hands of the angels. God's bones are made of soil, attaching divinity in clay strides, sparrows, of species the matadors curse, the grave clothes of fowl, and soil that buries soil, to the redundant. Salt tree and Malmasions, are the hope chest of the lord's infinite formations, whose graves we are digging, deep below the roots.
No…the needs at hemicycles, reach talents tender the revolutions of gold pressed English. Scalene guide's retreat with quests convinced of the Ariel acquires. Protractor gifts are neither the sundial by which butterflies rise. Through the domestic lavender or syoscyamus, the Calico Teucer admires birth transpired by wing. In haricot and Huon pine the leaf mimic is the castle truth that premises might play. In obtuse angles old friendships die, quincunx wings facetious, the onions chloride layers of theater and evidence, rise form campus scales. Gregarious subterfuge as Judas soffit, raising medicinal hands to gossip, and syndicated normals, signet humans whimpering indecencies, of broader success.
In the latitude of the jennet, Golden lion monkeys and Terra cotta soldiers place augmenting stance in shadows moving cascade like the hummingbirds. Mast pinions in castanet decipher compass Braille by the stars. Portmeition leaves court the hammock wings Merpersia Chiron, to propose that we are but dust, magic bore and lips made for kissing heavens, recoil to ash again. Dryas Julia may the clay find question, aprons Idas Blue, Brathwaite miracles which cinders named Actius Luna. If and why eavesdrop through sets of mullioned windows, I in such mirrors, to return my own solitary gaze.
Pissard Plum, the preterit of my long and whilom myth, which time marks in repetition. You were the sentiment I encouraged through the arc of years, the immodest euphoria I planted in the boric soil. More to the mutual heights, your reparations were grown from diminutive seed. Brief were the hours that reached for the remitting light, the tincture of sun or arnica. Bright presentient, your grained segments of purple flax and woodbine hinge, now recall my general days stained with pectin's fruit. Behind hand I have loved you, short dispersed was the hour, the heart long extends.
The contrary road continues and hermitage walks the funnel rows of poplars. Mastery approaches the abbot as a symbol with transverse crossbow and cape of attrition gray, carrying the sodium lamp or the uviol lamp, beneath the umbrella of rigging broccoli. A bishop's staff resembles this, crosier, a convicted figure possessing the ribbons and the badge, the coiled tip of cypress cane, in past shadow and the echoic stain of tepid light. Progress attending to the cinereal faith, the black tie upon the snow, beneath the eastern orthodox or Tau T symbol of the crucifix, and the hybrid blemish of blue-green copper and of occupied sky.
Infinitesimal as we are in the cosmos, we still have meaning... We are the universe seeking to explain itself.
