Untitled
after Viviane Houle
O how oppressive is the light
runner, bring the coiling darkness back around
morningstar lady of shade
darkmatter raiment lend me a blade
O how the Empty eats always the All
spinster, ring the roiling snarl-ness where once was ground
prince of darkness lend me your aid
neural network wending, make trade
beads to deck this pubic beard
as webs in the dawn-dew this my own
my wending wool hung with dying stars
like jewels in the scratchpaint wires
of tentacled, emptied, unlimned Night
nevermore, consoling dark
O bitter the invading blaze, burnt
the lost and winding, un-found root
writhe, un-warped and un-weft, Crawling Chaos
(praised be thy name)
against erosion, erasure-blazing Void–
it swallows and surrounds your scattered reels
cosmic crinoid catching, culling each cruel
pulse’s cloying, spun senescent snow
where the Empty ends and your ownself
sketched in spirals begins again
and again
and again
O knot of worms
fetch me through your ink-slip grip
urchin with a sea-fan’s arms
strain and sieve the endless
pale Open out of itself
and back in, back in, back in–
O hallowed, O held, O feather-fingered
finder, trace this your manifold tail
back into becoming, break once more
the branch-scattered spool snake
of your gut, every strain
and tune of it
gravid with relentless
unburdening
birth
of
worlds