Vision and Prayer

I

Who / Are you / Who is born / In the next room / So loud to my own / That I can hear the womb / Opening and the dark run / Over the ghost and the dropped son / Behind the wall thin as a wren’s bone? / In the birth bloody room unknown / To the burn and turn of time / And the heart print of man / Bows no baptism / But dark alone / Blessing on / The wild / Child. // I / Must lie / Still as stone / By the wren bone / Wall hearing the moan / Of the mother hidden / And the shadowed head of pain / Casting to-morrow like a thorn / And the midwives of miracle sing / Until the turbulent new born / Burns me his name and his flame / And the winged wall is torn / By his torrid crown / And the dark thrown / From his loin / To bright / Light. // When / The wren / Bone writhes down / And the first dawn / Furied by his stream / Swarms on the kingdom come / Of the dazzler of heaven / And the splashed mothering maiden / Who bore him with a bonfire in / His mouth and rocked him like a storm / I shall run lost in sudden / Terror and shining from / The once hooded room / Crying in vain / In the caldron / Of his / Kiss // In / The spin / Of the sun / In the spuming / Cyclone of his wing / For I was lost who am / Crying at the man drenched throne / In the first fury of his stream / And the lightnings of adoration / Back to black silence melt and mourn / For I was lost who have come / To dumbfounding haven / And the finding one / And the high noon / Of his wound / Blinds my / Cry. // There / Crouched bare / In the shrine / Of his blazing / Breast I shall waken / To the judge blown bedlam / Of the uncaged sea bottom / The cloud climb of the exhaling tomb / And the bidden dust upsailing / With his flame in every grain. / O spiral of ascension / From the vultured urn / Of the morning / Of man when / The land / And // The / Born sea / Praised the sun / The finding one / And upright Adam / Sang upon origin! / O the wings of the children! / The woundward flight of the ancient / Young from the canyons of oblivion! / The sky stride of the always slain / In battle! the happening / Of saints to their vision! / The world winding home! / And the whole pain / Flows open / And I / Die.

II

In the name of the lost who glory in / The swinish plains of carrion / Under the burial song / Of the birds of burden / Heavy with the drowned / And the green dust / And bearing / The ghost / From / The ground / Like pollen / On the black plume / And the beak of slime / I pray though I belong / Not wholly to that lamenting / Brethren for joy has moved within / The inmost marrow of my heart bone // That he who learns now the sun and moon / Of his mother’s milk may return / Before the lips blaze and bloom / To the birth bloody room / Behind the wall’s wren / Bone and be dumb / And the womb / That bore / For / All men / The adored / Infant light or / The dazzling prison / Yawn to his upcoming. / In the name of the wanton / Lost on the unchristened mountain / In the centre of dark I pray him // That he let the dead lie though they moan / For his briared hands to hoist them / To the shrine of his world’s wound / And the blood drop’s garden / Endure the stone / Blind host to sleep / In the dark / And deep / Rock / Awake / No heart bone / But let it break / On the mountain crown / Unbidden by the sun / And the beating dust be blown / Down to the river rooting plain / Under the night forever falling. // Forever falling night is a known / Star and country to the legion / Of sleepers whose tongue I toll / To mourn his deluging / Light through sea and soil / And we have come / To know all / Places / Ways / Mazes / Passages / Quarters and graves / Of the endless fall. / Now common lazarus / Of the charting sleepers prays / Never to awake and arise / For the country of death is the heart’s size // And the star of the lost the shape of the eyes. / In the name of the fatherless / In the name of the unborn / And the undesirers / Of midwiving morning’s / Hands or instruments / O in the name / Of no one / Now or / No / One to / Be I pray / May the crimson / Sun spin a grave grey / And the colour of clay / Stream upon his martyrdom / In the interpreted evening / And the known dark of the earth amen. // I turn the corner of prayer and burn / In a blessing of the sudden / Sun. In the name of the damned / I would turn back and run / To the hidden land / But the loud sun / Christens down / The sky. // I / Am found. / O let him / Scald me and drown / Me in his world’s wound. / His lightning answers my / Cry. My voice burns in his hand. / Now I am lost in the blinding / One. The sun roars at the prayer’s end.