Saturn's Rivers

Her newborn cyclops had my eye

but i knew i'd never claim it

i was taught not to claim

when the wind

wrote my name in the water:

waved blueness over blackness and i

at that moment i saw

that blackness would die

but not me

not we

in the deep blue abyss

we kissed on a current

and drowned eternities in loves' lost lagoons

she had hidden rooms in her womb

where i had seen screeenings of her future

wrapped in swaddling clothes

and God knows i wanted to kiss it

but my lips were sealed by time

...Saturn's Rivers overflow

with schools of frankincense

and myrrh-maids: swimming scents of self to the soul

and sphinxes, they swim, in Saturn's rivers.

drenching the waters with ancient magic

and the secrets of the Saturn Sutra.

secrets that could name the future and