CANTO 88 Let the nickel-minding pettiffogging
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et the nickel-minding pettiffoggingpathfinders crawl away like wounded noodles
as slinky night-crawlers make a caduceus
with a grasping blade of grass.
Naughty nexus cross-connects us
to a telepathic solar plexus with a certain flare.
A gabbling parrot perches in the abdomen.
Slender Polly purified by how far she’s flapped
taps on the high-rise spinal column
and says, Dry Bones, here I am!
So the double doors open Spinal Druid says
Come on in, we need you, venerable bird!
She flies up past spinning chakra disks she becomes
a golden eagle climbing through Icarus’ feathers.
She fuses into a ball, a tightening flame,
she buckles into the surging heart, rushes arteries,
rises into the pavilion of the forehead where velvet drapes
slide open the whole big theatrical production
plays out before the admiring observer who says welcome
to the controlling ego you name the realm of form
nama rupa nama rupa they have named you
you’re the ladies with the mystic shapes
is it only cause you’re lonely you crawl through the graben?
Polly watches the play of form and the play that’s a satire
about watching a play and who’s Polly she’s polyglot,
she’s polynomial shifter, she knows the game of naming.
So the double doors open Spinal Druid says
Come on in, we need you, venerable bird!