Sonnet XIII

The sonnets launched out of the bow of sensing,
a string vibrates while Scythe slims, honed by Reaper.
A gold tip arrow hits with mindful flensing,
commencing fire on the lips. A breath’s a tripper.
This flash of scream is born in throes and ransomed,
a Gordian count-knot on a branch of quipu*.
My frankness is a stripper, icy-handsome.
It knits a web and hopes to catch a sleeper.
See every knot as an old tell* and coda,
another “now and then”, waves’ lubrication.
We are alone with you and, a priory,
find all the codes to Heavens Heart, chant odes
to emperors of inner matrix nation.
They come inside; disperse its light in morae*.

October 28, 2010

Notes:
tell - a mound, especially in the Middle East, made up of the remains of a succession of previous settlements.
quipu - calculator consisting of a cord with attached cords; used by ancient Peruvians for calculating and keeping records
morae (pl) – mora, the quantity of a short syllable in verse represented by the breve (from Latin: pause)