Classic Poem

The piccolo of heaven
ed the scales.
climb

A blue cusp
s
a
n
k

like gauze.

The book of dawn
fell
open on my brow,
a chronicle of the eternal
virgin
graciously held
by archimandrite hands

I
w
a
s
divisions
like the z d a
o i c

and from the blue
the icelight of an