Gropeless grapple with duality

On almond mount I
was shown a rock heaviest
indeed too heavy
to be lifted at will,

 
yet responding
as God lifts Its Self,
that One who cannot levitate
for there's none to higher go

 
So to make the impossible move
They must go down, all members
together as a croche needle
as a hook that snags invisible fish
Joseph's garment stiched but how?
And now...

 
Everything's doing the cha cha;
two horizons meet where none ever can;
blades to blades along the spine, folded blind, without a map
backhands siamese, like spidermen spewing silk:
jets of dense emptiness and gushes of xenon floss

 
In between, an eternity of ibn Arabi's
greys disceptively embodied-endless,
abyss where eyes should be, yet see us
fill the place with fairy dust: Mani's crosses of light
then untie at Kidir's solstice
for dna chains to engender
the hues of Eve's grassy epidermous
in the pod that holds seed androgenous
by which we interlude as a split antagonist:
Shakti's heel on Shiva's font

applying pressure slip without slide
unsure if I AM flat or Us stands still
to measure how tall we can stretch
toes on earlobes

Janus speaks infinitely through four ears,
each a head of Brahma
to further orient this drama
of Being without seeing
in an inverted cave that
may or mightn't be my skull