in istanbul
there is a line drawing
from the tenth century
in shows the earth
as it appears from outer space
in manila
there is a little boy
who can describe every inch
of the sistine chapel
though he’s been blind
since birth
there are more things
in heaven and earth
and yet the days go on
as before each one
a blue light special
who needs
another saga of impossible
connections of ponderous age
of this thing
which perpetuates itself
without our intervention
in a parallel place
who knows
my duplicate may be posed
an arcane symbol circling her throat
her profile an ancient coin
she still requires
bloddy lunar rituals
stylized circular motions
twenty days fasting
more things than are dreamt of
in texarkana
there is a circle of burnt
grass a ruined tableau
where two little girls
were last seen playing