Melting 
into affinities
relish
where angels tread 

where bean blossom 
aerodromes
and resistance 
leaps into the red

in tissues 
of lies
hungry for my head.

Quiet. Quiet.
The all and none
has gone to bed. 

Still moves 
to every touch
and rim to rod 
that fiery flush
and retrieval
holy confusions 
medieval.

Falling through 
pressure 
of five holy wounds
where birddog found
sound in crown
beating around 
and around -

The gift of horse 
and Archmedea's screw.