Litany of Sound

My Spirit races back and forth
On the mind of the S.S. Orizaba,
Chasing after the ecstasy of Hart Crane's metaphors.

My mind rolls in on a Porphyro of Reason,
A large I,
Staring at the roar of a parry.

The Lake of Fire
Stares through the Eye
of Storm Blood.

My mind becalmed there
in the eye of the Eternal Calm
of Midday Doldrums.

The Eye of the Dragon
poises on the eyelid
of a Grain of Sand.

The end of the Calm
of a brackish day.
—Owen Dunkle