Great, Glowing Vault
Great, glowing vault
with the
outward- and away-
burrowing black-constellation swarm:
into the silicified forehead of a ram
I burn this image, between
the horns, therein,
in the singing of the coils, the
marrow of the curdled
heartseas swells.
What
doesn't he
butt against?
The world is gone, I have to carry you.
(Translated by Pierre Joris)
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