Solar Return/Open Secret

Je m'en fou
J'aime un fool

As if between brackets with scarlet knee-caps, I let it happen
The barren hunting silence of my Sicilian side

When we've been in the jungle five days, and we still haven't found any honey, any honey nectar, turn up the cathedral,
louder

Immutable earth

Mystery is an intellectual process like in a who-done-it,
but suspense is an emotion reached by giving information, but not all of it

The water was swiftly moving, and blue in the channel

[What water, which azure, were ashes short of wish, or shame, or no, no

Holding fast the difference between facts and truth. Body and soul. Jaguar and guardian. Spinning is intelligent. The facts are static, the truth exactly moves, circles around them (swiftly, and blue in the channel), they only co-exist in language. The water moved its languid blues I walked from you, and you mean the water, a fact verb, a guard verb, the clean before a baptism, in which you had to breathe like a match above paper. Has been carbon, has been carved thin by fire, turn off the cathedral, better

Truth hurls itself out from the pact, suspended in its regal brackets, on scarlet knee caps, navigating the acrid ground for nectar,
you let it happen
The disorientation of sweet violence
That this stencil of the moon in blackface--man, untraceable and vivid, treats love like suspense, for money

He seemed wrong for the crowd even as a performer, these people want someone to blow up, nuclear rehearsal, or someone to take a bow before his curtain, oblique strategy
To leave the cathedral, to ravel, to the traveler

sing a mending moan
a song to bring him home

If you're trapped in an auction room and you can't get out except by bidding, wildly bidding, getting yourself kicked out into freedom, bid highest on something you hope not to win,
that's discipline,
stay that price