Home before Dark, Part 3

9.
It seemed to go on, 
We with our plans
A part of the NY psyche, 
Jack felt he was now with 
out

never would be part again
to have
to be without
Jack was out there
painting the mountain

a sacred place 
to the Indians
everything smelled like burnt brakes
we stood on the Bridge
 trying to remember

it was beyond us 
and Jack’s cheek was 
wet, this, this real tragedy 
pale beside the thought of 
Achilles rage through Time and --

The bowl, world of indian design was 
of some solace, 
the kill hole entry 
to another dimension.
We see ourselves now from space 

that lonely planet in the stars’
spinning round
the images that make ourselves 
fill our selves, 
our souls, said a different way.

10.

Our Subject, the Earth, 

Gaia herself was putting 

it all together into a spinning 

One thing

we were mirroring 

what was, 

in our minds what we 

comprehended even beyond seeing

our thoughts were the 

characters, for this constant 

narrative unfolding in our heads 

a hall of mirrors 

reflecting to an infinity

all compared to ideals, and 

dreams of objects that

may or not be

Jack was seeing that this 

structure was a preoccupation 

beyond the thing, 

where it fit 

in the whole order.

Leviathan diving and 

surfacing in a rhythm,

seen in the stars.

Even the Bang! 

One.

Surface 

we name ourselves --feel 

attached to

getting a glimpse

11.
that figure far off still 
a glimpse of that ideal 
representing Crispin self in 
all the differing aspects
of Achilles, 

the two Henrys, 
Jack, Walt and Wally, 
Vincent and Jackson, Barney--
Bill
he wanted to ‘go round’ again, 

down the hill, 
walking back up
down in careful snow plow turn
 learning a herringbone pattern, 
back up

he was listening to his transistor 
there in the snow,
 the Radio was playing, 
Paperback Writer, 
First time there

in the cold 
blowing snow. 
the same bare place
mixing Profane into the only 
Sacred he knew

Soon there would be Coca Cola
 in that Novel
and then the thought of 
no God in Russia
seemed to go too far


12.
he’d seen the figures 
running on the path 
and thought it representative 
of a glimpse,
flicker fate, if anything was True.

Candle flicker, in window
round, black
zodiac turning
reflecting all the aspects
the gods doing it in the sky

it spins and turns what is 
brought back
what would he want to see again
they were all whirled around
leaves sunsets

sunflowers
in season
they were mine
my world
gathered to myself

they made my soul
expanding in thoughts as this for you
Jack had wanted to give it away
this idealism heightened to being
gone--

It was spring and he wondered if 
the birds would be arriving
imagination was gone
nothing meant--
and money was the criterion,