Ophanim
"The ophanim and the holy living creatures with great uproar raise themselves up; facing the seraphim they offer praise, saying, 'Blessed be God's glory from His place."
bull-cold evening on the high sierras, a line of redwoods
cuts the sky — miles from the coast and wishing
we were flying south, but chiseled eyes were everywhere.
some sparkle topaz, other fritillary flutter, knots, hulls
in mimicry and waspy galls drop wildcat fur on bearskin
forest floors. come out, come out wherever you are!
jump out against the stark background. dancing emerald
cups the pearl, fanning peacock feathers turn to twilight
tired of their irises. golden orange aspen eyespots flash
below the reddish tannins of giant sequoias. balderdash
drone songs search for height trying to touch the stars.
in the west it is a common, blinking eyes and hover-wings.
throne of sapphire praise unidentified brushstrokes on a dark
canvas a splash of sunset guardians sighted over infrastructure,
castling confusion of visions in visions of machine elves. multiverse
spirals in the music of DNA and plays us for eternity.
strength of Ezekiel's flames on and off the wheel, seeing
and understanding unseen things. sat link techno words,
poetic messenger ships from the Triangle of Providence,
spin. interlocking spheres plug the meter of the wind
chiding the vessel, the cup, the house, the womb, creating
by withdrawing to make space. snowy owl, muskox under living
wheels of beryl eyes, a fused wink cast down upon their hypnotized daze.
we saw the cloud approaching from the east against the stream.
counterclockwise around the Kaaba cube under Metatron’s gaze,
in the year of — in the time of the crown of thorns return, rebuilt
cathedrals of fading trust, smokeless machine oracles, agents
of sweet resurrection, open the gates. four-faced four-winged
hybrid scribe, take note: pulsating anomaly with the face of a phantom
on the eastside looking up at the likeness — whirlwind of Ophanim,
the likeness of an armillary sphere, the mystery of us,
taps the mystery of all. creation is inhibition, withdrawal, and forgetting.
