Chaconne
Out of nowhere
Godly silence
Out of nowhere –
the noiseless god song –
There is unwinding. There is amassing.
A tangling disarranging dispersing
Out of nowhere.
(A child in arms – the creased folds
Of a whole hand around
A minute hand signalling time.)
...spiritus sancti...
The silent singing soul
(A room consumed with a cry
Signalling the now
And the now
And the now.)
Self-nourishing self-perpetuating
Out of the uninscribed stone
Feels its way out, sniffing the dissembling immortal air
Feeds on it, this agent intellect, turns on it
Filling of its storehouse –
leaving and returning –
(A room where walls – the protective folds –
Are retaining
But just but just
Faded flowers.)
A harvested elaboration, an eisegesis
Of the immaterial mind.
(A father painting walls – corrupt theologian
Adding to what was
Nowhere
Whole.)
If the song is false, then it is
In itself and of itself –
folded back and twice, multiplying, revising
re-seeing itself infinitely –
Of nowhere and
Unceasing
