Levi's Comet

1.

To capture the split

on his cheek --

to hold suspended the

crumbling of the world

in that instant

-- is to darn the monument

and work the net

intent knot of sewed stretch.

My own unfathoms

phantomized in the depth

of his unknowing express.

quiet violence

swipe at black

drunk deep and

wasted

by my seeing. Again,

I island.

2.

Still seated

under the white sun

-- beginning to golden –

cowering

from the veil of my own charade.

I fear to see in your eyes

my own, turning away. But

time thickens, and

the sound of us through it

swimming quickens.

3.

Cower not!

from the whistle of the wind.

When the wall lets the whistle in,

welcoming tune to carve its crescent home,

the song serves to sharpen stone, refine the Jig,

and the Key,

that all may hear Heaven

echoing.