Man with Head Removed

Man with Head Removed

I am not He but one who points the way. St. John's day will fall on a Friday

At 3:11, just before quitting time, a boy with a face split in two will be born

Through a cloven beak he will sing the conflagration of becoming and paint

Premonitory images on sheets of blank paper, using various shades of black

Ink depicting a world without a single static form and white space depicting

A world without a single soul, space occupied by the spontaneous and active

Tapestry of bundled perceptions lasting for one instant & just as soon passing

Away by the same desiring wind that swept those threads up to begin with &

So on & so on, tides of cathexis move boulders and shell middens, the beach

Appearing completely different from one summer to the next yet maintaining

Its name by virtue of the ocean, the Sun, secret trysts with the avenging angel

Born for the coming weekend, the forerunner will be marked with new organs

Antennae that reach into the coming leisure and displace his Active Principle

Immersed in living water he sings waiting for the first animal to walk on land

Carrying a soaked piece of paper to disintegration in its jaw, the premonitory

Image will be consumed, and image alone! At a feast, he will make his first

Decision: to expose his antennae in polite company, leading to the ultimate

End of this man: beheading. Burial is unnecessary, light a bonfire by the sea