Mirror Box (Dissolved)
(1)
Balance of
the onrush
its drama, one
of silence
over sound,
of being skirted
in passage
with priests
behind doors
color
and cut
gold
a clouded
cistern
jackal
bounding
about the pines
between reeds
my guardians
overjoyed
driving off
the clouds
into cities
the chariot
doubles back
in two parts
a wing
to pump
to slow
the air
a city aloft
for the birds
most grand
set apart, adrift
fountain stamped
dome
at the center
(2)
long tones
sweating the ice locked
sutras
arriving inside of stations
verses toppling out
stranded
a river scene beside
pools
in razor
crosses of birds
the clutch is worn,
fallen back
golden grasses
striking
blue silk