The Brooklyn Rail

Slow deliberation, lines walking with headless figure,
Domesticated three-legged creature, mulling in the hour of dusk,
Anthropopathism mapping its own dispersion with determination,
This is a slow migration of water to green sea. Delineation of
The void, banishment of full bodies. He thrives upon unpredictable
Terrain with generous interventions, all conditioned by his own

Tempo. Muffing, palm-tipping glissando, open, closed,
Muted slaps by this conguero with sliding portamento call out
Irregular undulated configurations. Preference to asymmetry,
Truncated reception of spatial surroundings, each verum factum
Coalescing into its own alloy. Earth, dancing spirits, healing rituals
Seen in silhouettes, spellbound oracle, emphatically carved in

Ancient stone before azoic theory was ever dreamt of. Time expires,
Evaporates here, the last crown of splendor has no need to consent
To full articulation. Between fingers and skin, there lies a gravity of
Inner sound, sounds as forms, forms as images, Porto-Novo,
Abomey, Tuatha Dé Danann, Belenus in time infinite, vitality,
Conscience, soul. All in blissful reincarnation.