*it seeks out from a quiver*
the good I know—
in the terrain
blur the paths
*it is what has been intoned*
to goodbye of shadow
against brighter grays
move thru it
or, and far, toward
at the frame of
awakening wise representatives of
*it sits as if a*
—for astronomer Mark Seibert of the Observatories
of the Carnegie Institution of Washington
in Pasadena, California
recycling a reclining Buddha—Cetus/Sphinx hidden niches—
empty eternal tombs—far-lit Arlington air: behind Mira.
moist soil—stolen stones—storm-blast memories—excess-
ories—fog-dimmed flags—dollar appearances: behind Mira
there’s a star.
ghostly gazes linger—endless timepieces—the onyx inbox—
distant yellow reaches—along the mind goes: behind Mira
there’s a star with a tail.
b/w what’s beset by impediments most intense—commercial
coal—a chorus for August—Picasso apropos—the eventual
childhood: behind Mira there’s a star with a tail in the tail.
ev’ry ray emitted splinters—cuckoo for sudoku—a chime
machine—monsoonal flooding—gambling scandals: behind
Mira there’s a star with a tail in the tail of the Whale.
*it often sounds*
toward a landscape
dismounting from clouds.
in observable bursts,
silent in splendor,
yet filling a point
grateful, now, for such
and, likewise, for
between the outside
and the same reason
Paul Siegell is the author of Poemergency Room (Otoliths Books, 2008) and the e-chap J∆M> (ungovernable press, 2008), and is the "parking lot attendant" over at ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL and you can visit him at paulsiegell.blogspot.com. He is a staff editor at Painted Bride Quarterly, and has contributed to The American Poetry Review, MiPO, BlazeVOX, Coconut and other fine journals. HEADS UP/COMING SUMMER '09: Paul's new book, jambandbootleg.