Names that are not Names balanced in the Autumn Leaves

The lungs of the living

burning,

like the Library of Alexandria

contain Ten Million Socratic Monsters

in a single molecule of nitrogen,

blue beings whose names are commonly elucidated by the Desert Djinn,

on the edge of the Century

when there is nobody left 

but a telephone ringing in perfect silence

and the daydream itself is like an Exotic Movie

delivered eye to eye 

at the speed of the Divine Imagination,

a circle within a circle around a sphere 

whose boundaries are defined by an equation that 

has a variable variables, 

myriad

angels sequestered within it's modalities,

harmonic deliverance

of the Edge of Space and Time,

where the world is a pair 

of pears

hidden in the autumn leaves,

puzzles of being locked by the strange sound 

of thunder and silence,

interpolations of light 

and the last memory of those beings whose names

are not names

Reviews

[Riley]

Sounds like Hypatia's noisy meditation that makes no noise