Music of the Gadfly Cycle

 

Radial Symmetries

 

Awake, awake

Awake, awake in the mausoleum.

I am again tomorrow

And the tombs of yesterday are demolished.

 

Unbolt the shuttered teeth

Unfurl the velvet ropes.

 

Powdered mummies

Evaporate into sunlight,

Not forgotten, but never there to forget.

 

Granulated trails

Beneath the gaze of the white horse.

Rattle the basins

To the ghost-water madrigals

The crackle of a hobnailed step

Under the eye of the black horse.

 

The mirror doors fly open

Salt tracks on silvered rust

Charted routes of the no longer dead.