First Curtain - World Barnabas

I will sing a paint
through mat of mystery
into world beyond map
and window above panther
tickling chorus of colorless writing.

Parabola of scarlet union
above riddles of flesh and blood
taming lovers in waters and trees
to speak of unbroken walls
in treasures of darkness beyond.

We're the children of the spirit
a jinx in anticlockwise ceremony
male-knight and female-king are we
as we sit upon rocks of ages
to manipulate seedlings and stars.

Legion of gods in Green River
to plant us in human history
through stolen placenta
umbilical cord of old prophecy
in shawl of fresh limbs and intestine.

In our database and culture
a mother of seven lives
is being processed to a child
duckling the length of days
into barter of kolanut and incision.

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Because of many blind eyes
heavy curtains seems beautiful
and spouse harbor them for decorations
strongman stumbled on innerman
to summon inhabitants to dance of spirits.

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