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| The Guardians by J. Karl Bogartte |
All that is lost to
interpretation, she becomes a passing moment for a panorama, a blind assassin
fondling the wind that leads to your entrance.
*
She let you in, to the mirror, the
fiction, into shadow. For her you were seahorse and Saracen, tail first and
cabal, pool-like and sleight of hand…
*
A mumbling savant keeps the
chronologists at bay, takes apart those lost Huron consternations, planting
morning glories for clarity. A lovesick girl who is perpetually lighting
candles… A sorceress without mercy, with training wheels for archival balance.
Your transparency enables that luminosity of over-riding concerns, being seen
through, for a vast landscape that doesn’t know you. Imagines you. But who you
are. The absurd brilliance of re-inhabiting your body with no precedent.
Mumbling… Imprinting…
*
The mind is a handful of golden
dust, a grand gesture to imitate the storm, challenge dissolution.
*
The antlered guardian is a tiptoed
dwarf veiled in royal chemise, espionage, dipped in ink and wolf-shaped. To be
torched into transparency.
J.
Karl Bogartte is an artist/poet and involved in international surrealism.
His writing has been
included in Paraphilia Magazine, The Fiend, X- Peri, Diaphanous,
Numéro Cinq (online) and Peculiar
Mormyrid, Analogon 65, la vertèbre et le rossignol (in print). He has published
11 books of prose poems and Antibodies
a surrealist novella. His most recent books are Auré, The Spindle’s Arc, And Still The Navigators… His newest
collection Spirits In The Albino Hotel
throwing antlers will be published in the summer of 2019.
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