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Atlas

First a dot over the offing then two figures horsed squinting at one of them Atlas wonders and wonders ages till he’s wadded his mind into that silhouette as Medusa closed the vertical hold on his days slowed to a sluggardly scroll Oh Father in Tartarus, what could this mean? Is this the man from my yellow dream? Atlas wallows in his yellow mud when at a distance, between two sapphire integers of this world the nearest serpent’s outstretched tongue tip touches the tip of the titan’s ken and crack!—the wave of his life collapses and knowing before knowing, as the sound precedes the singing; and petrified in a love darker than blood Atlas expands in every direction cresting east through Tunisia, Libya, Egypt, Iraq and beyond till the crags of Afghanistan are as warts on his toes  
Posted 11/16/13
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