Root Cap

buried

Decay is how the fallen prepare to receive what will catch fire—the advance toward a sun-heap that sleeps in the burned away because even the semblances concede the need extinguished by desire

path of least resistance

all the conflict it was born for

Because of death there is something that yields the perishing a pregnant tense. If the Path lived that some give then would not birth ruin what a thing intends? There the surrendered that void their swarms to become a hollow where the dead are born? And yet the Root to come ruins what soil will flourish—its sloughed cells drown in the seep where the new-born swell voids formed by the vanished swarms that stem a cap an entire forest before! Nothing now wasting ever reach a hole receives. This devastation of a soul’s tree what being a Root promises?

the path of least resistance

amorous

he thinks a hole
the expectation of ovule
she that it sinks like pollen
offspring, the dead—embers
of a whole—the sun & wind
a fire that flowers immortals

Behind The Sun

He thinks ovule is the god-given truth of it & She the gold grain yielding only when the celebrated union is buried—drown desire in the swelling, says the Leaf & drown the seeming in sunlight enjoins the Root for Fire holds & carries those cleaved by its rising. Night concedes: from whose ravishing is conceived the true seed of Appetite surrender to this rising thing that swims like a god in the wind

springtime

adoration

without the unlived there is no absence to make desire fearless
and without the unloved desire itself would extinguish—doused
like a fire that should otherwise arouse the dark to become
—in the presence of their formidable absence—the stars above

holy ground

a grave is what is born of birth
& to every hole an embryo—conception
of life is immortal—so says the god
buried in the present soil

irresistible is the putrescence & its flourishing absence
that will “void” an embryo if conception of life is immortal
because what else is a flower if not the grave a god has spoiled?

cytoplasm

What a waste is power—& ruin increase!—the absence of which
—the unbound—where only the unlived are allowed—all this dying
the ambition to conceive & cede as a cell the dark hollow
where the unlived surround.

mitosis

how she surrenders is the persistence of the whole we endure
in this division born by the increase of what only in death
looks to me like a union

a daughter cell

consent

This is what we try for: the fecund emptiness
why we die for sex. Our immortality
nothing but the love of it.

an atom of hydrogen

in scarcity Immortality in abundance Death
first we yield then we sleep—after—an awakening
dark extravagance! the surcease of increase—we are
when aroused to conceive what is denied by sleep
the dearth of one “buried” in the other’s superfluity

a common ancestor

rise & shine

in sleep the limiting factor is immortality
because there is none either in death or emptiness
in sleep "scarcity" is wakefulness

ripeness

thrown to ruin we will awake the drowsing ground
once the wind has aroused our fatal stems for the new born
sleep is harvest but for the old it has the appetite of fire

the good sleep

in the common holocaust that surrenders only to the new born
the dead will awake & stand erect—aroused by a radiance
extinguishing what allows the old to live so vigorously

the day