(Apparition)
Begin.
After the entrance,
the coming out.
Compassionate April,
the lunar month,
warms my initiate skin.
I must appear, to be disguised.
I must appear, to be burdened
with my body’s disguise.
Elephant’s cry shivers
the estranging veil.
A curtained life rises
from the shelter’s caul.
The calculating board,
the canoe, the anvil and chain
dress themselves
and enter for their cleansing.
All exhilaration’s voices,
now mute, amble,
heel to toe,
into the light.
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