#CELLO-EINSATZ
CELAN CARCASS
from behind the pained
violence nearing the celest-
ial grazing of past-
oral thresholds cavorting below the
distinction of lines of flight,
into the
clasped evening,
staying in excess of spectral ribcage
of two
breathfuls of fuming clouds,
unearthed in the book,
sleep-alarm of the glowing
something become true,
twelve times over,
ardour of welcomed dream-arrows
the languor —
greedily drinking
the black ruddy semen
of all that is less than
it, is all
that is “myrrh.”
#CELLO-ENTRY
as though in pain:
the forces, in the way of
antediluvian scales
shovel the meaninglessness
in the line of sight and arrival,
in the
dawn of evening
still the spectreful lungs
two
branches of cloud full-chock
air buried in Book
hits the pressure in the head,
true becomes something
twelve times glowing
what meets above the arrows
the darken-
ed ruddy inebriated
seeds of black bloody
everything less, than
what is,
more than everything.
#ENTER-CELAN
shrouded under the gathering incision
which is of violence in a manner
counter-celestial, staggered
cataclysmic meandering to
the approach path and arriving,
where
the coming evening
distills the full ribcage sketch,
twice
the burning breath clouding
the garb of the book
that sets the searing pain
free to become
a forthright over
the greeted arrows of heavens,
endarkened,
vermillion thirst
of melancholy blossoming seeds,
of everything less than what
it is,
to everything no less.
#CELAN-CADAVER
enter from behind to ambush:
the roaring force of counter-
heavenly strife,
convulsing meaninglessly
the arrival paths and flying
to
coming evening’s
shady sketch still fuller
than
breath-turns of charcoal clouds
buried in the book
that is the migraine of onsets,
when it comes
glowing true twelve
times the greeting from above
the blackened-
bloody drunken
seeds of the black blossoms,
of all that is less, than
what is,
everything and more.