Esoteric Tassel

Such transformation: a blinking eye—to open and to close;
Plus, genetic friction; and thus, wherefrom; and thus, what
Qualities; and I argue not—my childhood tassel. She floats
And soars—the gift of pain; and rise a voice—a cryptic

Map; and drain the fount—a grid of years; and codify—a
Dellic star. A scarf and nib and months of prayer; and
Tassel scars and legend air; and Satan’s wrath—was often
Sent: a chill and nod—an inward flinch. The Light is whole—

A fleet of sparks: a fuse, a wick, and worlds apart; and fly
And grog—a morning breath; and die and flog—an evening
Death; and thus afloat; and thus, adrift. My tassel fair—a
Constant flux: a wave of souls: a fluid lux; and parted thought—
The lights of rain: an upward tear—the years of grain; and feel
And fly, and cry and live; and ask the soul, to flame the bridge.