White on black on the edge of unbodied bone,
slopes a black mass of seminal red
and gray film
to invent what we have to hold
to restore worlds broken by a
furious light
we could not contain.
This is the luster of emanation,
the aphasic shape of declension
with its plural
and unique spheres
collapsed and fused, possessed of
light in the viscid
of a jagged bone, colored by a
blast
bleeding out in us.
Zelem
Shifts supernal to adjure self
in a course body,
crinkled blue, splintered white,
shades the taut center
of stature with shapes of the
zelem.
This is the bleak land of the
divine in us,
what survives death
in vertebra of blue–black
words, alive
in prayer
when
everything else fails
to speak
between soul and skin.
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