COMMUNION

Black are the waters, black. A lyre
is meanwhile susurrating (hewn)

as the Waves come now-&-now retire
from the soiled minuscule lagoon

costumed in a darkling attire
of whisking shades ⁷⁴  

         --This picayune
World outside hunger & desire

waft'd by that soft bird Halcyon

while in the Sea's mammonish Ire
(that same sleeping Ancient which)
impregnated on innocent Earth man's

      ... whereupon
the bases of being express

th'basic Ethics, consummating
in Perfection, cultureless

without love, yet without hating,
without Sense, without some blind
Belief annihilating
th'faith needed upon its own kind:

Serene, dispassionate, composed,
aroused... Searching to be confined,
combined, disjoined, set free & closed
by the male Sea opening birth--

... There are uncommon trees (tossed
here & there) feeding upon earth

choked to captivity by grass-
slaves to the tillage's worth

... clouds of scavenging crabs
polishing over th'beach, dissolving into
the solid sand at the least approach of anyone

What chance has Spring? against the All-leveling

which is spending eternity searching for cracks
but infinite birthing: th'beach forever ceding,
as it was ever & is                 

           ... to Man, to the waves'
way, now in this-&-that constant crevasse
putting their points (with softly rolling

hands) caressing green carpets of
color-screams which in dismay

there slowly oscillate softly, unheard, unseen,
half-choked by that smothering (be!)

strangling with hard hands: incarnadine
prime stalks & pedicels which although free
from the dirt-waters' tegument

wave hopelessly for help (from me!):

& although th'Wind's strong: Its corpulent
insistence builds but stilled waves of minute
mass in this all-mind environment...

Soil's too firmly held to the root
of the weeds' hunger: All of it will die

Imagination turns blind, insensible, mute,

becoming, at last, the very whereby

wondering WHY the Wind has not
eaten away the leaning of
the trees, the piled-up trash, the rot...

and married the fresh Virgin Waters
(hidden here) with The Old Sea...