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I have seen a divine being face to face
yet my life has been preserved. Genesis 32:31
A force leaves the body
one kiss of the hag
like sucking on leather
but she rides your chest
and bestows her private knowledge
And the weather becomes
a tender vein
run through a face
the wet air forms
Isaac Luria said
creation is a wound
in the perfect flesh of Yahweh
tzim tzum
the void said, and
named the blood Golgotha drank
& that stinking body rose
and ripped the sky apart
and lucifer the wolf
licked the wound clean
scavenged the feast tables
set Antares in Scorpio for a ruse
married his spinster sister
and settled in Neter
where he chronicled the Passion
in relics he later sold by the pound
creation is a wound Luria said
and the void cried tzim tzum
and everything follows from that
only vaguely now
remembers sleeping
among the sirens
their clever hands at work in his chest
and all those martyrs groveling for shelter
the fishing boats
robbed by Set
crocodile-hound of Axum
9 waves of spleen
hot as ghetto pneumonia
YHVH correct me
as the Picts
orgied Hadrian’s retreat
summoned the cheval
mankiller
throat taster
hung in the willows smoldering
they called her strega
and winced when they said it
and scraped their boils with glass
to release the sting of her voices
and met her entourage at the harbor with dancing,
and pigs slaughtered and charred in cypress
the dyads mourning at her feet
I run my fingers through her hair
and mumble cantos of
the dead awake in her features
manchild and nails
bent to the helix
wrapt in satellite
casting the names
out of seasons drunk
with her scarlet weeping
sister Io in flames
forced through
rib & wire & blind pain
and white heat in the grain
of Adonai
driven to suicide
Fata Hologram conjures the corpse
leaps from her mount
and swallows the hounfour whole
“The dawn saturated, splintered,
whose breast will you
scar with refineries?”
hold Venus
from her mannered rage
in black heaven
even sulphur
is borrowed music
tamed by the heat,
diesel
salamander
eucharist driver
met on a bridge
clandestine
with a box of hens and a banty rooster
and a brand new pocket knife
to settle the score
Is it Vega
that owns the west
in the 2nd hour?
San Jan Baptis
on a white goat
whose heart
thrusts its quaking core
through blue smoke
and solvent hair
from larvae ensconced
in the ironies
ceaseless heat
bangles and lace
through a mirror of wind
folded it’s sudden grace a flawless skin
simpler than bone
(and wailing out
beyond condition
whole cloth and intangible
the market’s stock of heads,
those elliptic
& vacant
clawing
the ground for an herb
by roots a chanteuse
or delicate garland
lost in a seamless
spectacular
torment,
an abused house
uncharted by the degrees & seconds
of aspect’s exquisite fiction,
furniture of miraculous
meat arabesque
& familiars
(crowded in backroom
melting into their purposes
shimmering
the skirts
of goldflower
nitrous alive,
a harvest sorrow
licked the ear of
crucifixed inclinations’ shapes
never found their second brain
and hung there
chattering
copulating and dying
a mount,
gray
insensate
holds the falling man still
in failing to fall
to un- wound
a bright scar in his scalp or horizon
so marked & Passioned
dry heaving
from the conjunction:
deep Neptune & Hermes
crucible electron furnace
(and these transitives weighted
with the obligations of each hour’s ruler,
call him Anubis, in darkness & friendly
Raphael or
Danu or
Ghede
seduction is preface
and oracular
and a cockroach rushing across a steel gray cloud
turned amber and full of cherubim
in Yahweh’s light
a stroke of the spirit in the depths of his chest
in the middle of the swollen night
a finger to your brow
draughts of forgetting
and in that eclipse
a manna machine chanting,
(they are) dancing in circles
A force leaves the body
but keeps its tether,
rhymes the Orphic when when he
untied the scarf from her wrists
and tossed it into the flames
and kept residence there
near the gate
among the houses of the trashers and artisans
“draw Jerusalem on a brick
and siege her”
summon the doppleganger Cain,
the yellow moth whose light is a filigree
around the lamps of Aerodia
brought from a bloody waning crescent
(the sky full of Mexican ash)
just as Lucifer abandoned the nest for parts unknown
till the urbanites found him
gone cloak and dagger on Tin Pan Alley
betraying the gnomon at its source
the green parallax
drinking her breast
and salvific horn
a crushing rain
beating the atmosphere’s subtle eddys
with barbed wings till the veins expire
and leave their skins
in folded letters,
Qoph,
(the back of the skull
has twin bodies
spines like serpents on fire
ribcages full of throbbing eyes
that are seed
white as pearl
a mystery to the witches
who make a ceremony of their juice
till the masque of Christ is drained of its vagabond lies
vanished in its cycle
vanished beneath the crushing wheels
a ripening face
buried in the leaves
radiance dissolved
where she danced
& the earth wept black sheets
shrouds for the vacuum gold figures leave
in radio silence,
flooded the hollow impression the
severed heads made in bleak voice
moaning out of Otherworld, pursued
a charmed irreducible adrift
smoke in the roots
or horn of Satyr
bound in the wells of Piniel
to sweeten the water
appease the machinery at God Sea
driven to storm by singing numbers
of sinew of oak
& a man twice dead and singing still —
no cage in paradise can hold
the cherubim of these inertial waves
swallowing the poison in Mississippi
and following the river down to
her sex at Natchez, head on a post
drenched with the tincture, sulphur and lust
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penuel
jake berry
A Letter From The Late William Burroughs To The Living Jake Berry
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