She arrested my eye
like being seized by Scorsese
and then she sent me.
I sent her email
She sent me sizzling so high
I could see the shrapnel shadow
I’d cast in childhood
still shading fertile soil, sun-hungry.
Sent me out out out
Sent me out past Neptune
silently circling where solar winds spun
Celestial Spheres, ringing
like a glass harmonium.
Sent me deep into delight, mystery, doom, depression
dying – in order to be reborn;
deep into a crucible
smelting my fears and nocturnes;
deep into my me-ness
where under stygian pressure
black vents smoked diamond dust.
Sent me through doorways
broken
baroque
only to find an impossibly immense inside
where feral things frolic
in the deathless blaze of genetic imperative.
Sent me far from where I was
which, ironically,
brought me closer to home.
She sent me undercover.
Sent me, overwhelmed, into narrow streets
where I’d spent my life, suddenly
strange, but familiar the way
the next city along the great Deccan plain
is almost remembered, from one before.
She sent me in.
Sent me around many curves.
A beam of light snaking from sun
to sun to star to sun,
a cat’s cradle of brilliance
thumbing its nose at a rule of thumb -
light sometimes travels in a straight line.
Sent me across Moroccan mornings reverberating
w/ the muezzin’s calls syncopating in and out of phase;
every mosque making its own dawn moment; each its own true truth.
Across Chiang Mai afternoons and Portuguese cork forest nights
and Amsterdam days full of every sexy sort of love
and fucking and possibility and questions
unripe for answering.
Sent me high, deep, out, through, across, around, and in.
She sends me still.
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