An Order of Service

1. Call:

I dreamt
I wed in a dark place.

But before I saw my wife-to-be
A young girl spread her malady
of petals on the aisle floor
whose eyes and flower pieces

were shades which
I had never seen before.

2. First Hymn:

As Wine-dark men with beacon'd smile
we hail to thee, O verdant child!

Leper-choir and psalm of fire
Shall we stand a trial so dire?

3. Exchange of Vows:

Tell me, father,
How will I rest in this circle
when I hate gold so much?

4. Second Hymn:
Among the throng of voice compelled

Has forever made you bitter,
lady love, lady, love.

Enter Evening

Awake:
and walk
to lay with idle elders
of the soil.

They know the soul well,
They know it without sound.

Rest eyes upon
th'abysmal shell of earth,
carbuncular with era-ancient fleck
and flicker.

These know the heart
without sight.

Limitlessly resonant,
another comes:
If only the sea could sleep.

Rapture

Illustriously sewn into the dawn,
this dappled water-dream of tempered light
now sets itself invisible, heat-mined
from meadows, lifted atom by each atom.

Lucent-eyes of morning, littered tones
on ground-staves, alto aria buoyant
with blade flex, make the stars such passionate
devourers in their meditative dry.

Among this throng, the mirror-grass within
which I have lived (am living still somewhat)
I find myself, winged forth with heat and light,
so taken piece by lesser willing piece.

Now I am distanced from the verdant gleam
of early earth's deep force, until my life
no longer rests, until my once-transparent life
invisibly resides within indifferent atmospheres.

The Presuppositions of Glass

Porous homes,
diligent strongholds
where we hide our
gold in desired matter,

How deep beneath the doors
we lie, How hard
nature's rage to cause
eviction

Where does
sex happen
(and how often)

What do we love so
much about firm softness
of our beds, bodies,
fluorescent light,
ambient meadow-sounds
from the smallish
Brookstone stereo

Gently knocking,
morning light is
permitted through the
master bedroom window,

Where it tidies,
singing and humming
to itself so softly.