Dome of the Sky

Dome of the sky particular wide as the

Blank and everlasting beam across

Her frozen still inviolate face nevertheless invincible

The broad expanse of hastening breathing ceased;

Gong the bells their marvelous presence song

Arrhythmic out of shoulder unsure out of

Sync, long they sound their rankling low and

Long ungarden song ascending now expansive

Gonging luminous dread-bearing farewell

Undertaking song

Lifting up

Their song, two tones, is lifting her up and

Spreading her dissolving strange essential self

Eternal unto the dome of the sky and contained

For a flickering moment while the prester’s calming

Considered chanting oppression stream of words,

Doubled up with the call of the chanter responsive

Halts and halfway spills the now and forever

Over her lying down boxed and residual

Presence-felt cold colder unto the ages of

Ages

Dome of the sky lift up and spread her essential

Self dissolving out and on to other broad eternal

Bells arrhythmic gonging out of sync dissolve

And lift up her brothers and sisters and their sorrows

Spilled about the earth beneath your arching carved

Extension screen across the milky plaster of

Paris sky; call her forth now and forever summon

Her up and away from nameless fear decision

Unto the ages of ages away from this particular

Moment from the essential towards the

Everlasting cleansed the deaf hear the dead are

Raised from the soil of their symptomatic

Tangle of dreadful bells and voices raised she is unto

The ages of ages.