MOONCAKE, IV [39]
In the middle of all of this
Beginning and ending
as inverse qualities
Therein unable to deny as such
What seemed the convergence
of every
Significant milestone in my life
like points along a stream
Flowing to and from the same
bottomless source
This pearl stroked her lips
with two fingers,
Words being still some alien
concept within our minds,
While around the starry image
she almost
Burrowed into my retina,
along the edges of perception
Melting away like film caught in
an antique projector
Eternity beyond swirling like a
perpetual, blossoming
External interiority, astonishing
not simply to behold
As distinctions between subject
and object disintegrated,
At a view from this process
of being viewed
With one drawn in by some
kind of contrived
Magnetism. ‘Oh, hi, John.’ Unable
to tear the eyes away
From the horrifically round,
inanimately kinetic,
Petrifying image of Moon.
Suddenly feeling the searing
imprint of a ring in
Between the eyes, just above the
nose, practically boring in.
Beginning and ending
as inverse qualities
Therein unable to deny as such
What seemed the convergence
of every
Significant milestone in my life
like points along a stream
Flowing to and from the same
bottomless source
This pearl stroked her lips
with two fingers,
Words being still some alien
concept within our minds,
While around the starry image
she almost
Burrowed into my retina,
along the edges of perception
Melting away like film caught in
an antique projector
Eternity beyond swirling like a
perpetual, blossoming
External interiority, astonishing
not simply to behold
As distinctions between subject
and object disintegrated,
At a view from this process
of being viewed
With one drawn in by some
kind of contrived
Magnetism. ‘Oh, hi, John.’ Unable
to tear the eyes away
From the horrifically round,
inanimately kinetic,
Petrifying image of Moon.
Suddenly feeling the searing
imprint of a ring in
Between the eyes, just above the
nose, practically boring in.