Mudlark No. 47 (2012)

Crux the Alcove Geocentric

Mountains not-mountains in a ghost map of Sufi box cars,
crux the alcove geocentric, a field of portals and procession
hub anode, geode, falling of itself only to rise once again

like a rebus on an ark set for un-time, archipelago in situ,
with a single blue skeleton key making the locks there lock 
their hold, in-sound out hovering atop a dimensional ring

toss while strings keep the eleven ends open, bloom-time
for ouzo and a caravan cartography, hoodoo when the land
ever under opens its after ever — the organic, the absolute.

Jeffrey Little | Bone Salad
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