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

saturate the soul with stardust nd samba of the seasons untold

the future in Saturn's rivers

so i sailed my soul through the fore-thought of the forgotten

and waded through windows of time...

i'm certain of

Saturn's Rivers

and all else is fact

so baptize me in the stars

and wrap me in the night-time moon blue

pupil my sight with orange balls of light

and echo my plight through the corridors of metaphor

what else are we living for

if not to create fiction and rhyme

my purpose:

to make my soul

rhyme with my mind

over

matter

minds create matter

minds create fiction

as a matter of fact

as if matter is fact

matter is fact

so spirit must be fiction

science-fiction

art-fiction

meta -fiction