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HETEROPHOLIS
Leicester Kyle
"Bound beneath the heavens in a reptile form"
Blake.
Thesis1
(for "Heteropholis" - a Comedy of Form)
1.
I think of you in English so frequent and deserved
2.
So separate in the middle age from one another
3.
Despising not the lower form nor longing for the higher
4.
Content you are my hero Hey! You people. Mentor, too
5.
Take note and hold your place and see the burning round
6.
Where the happiness doth lie the albedo and fohn
6a.
(many are extant and composition by the short the swift today
7.
Perhaps, the incense is necessity you think, of me
Advertisement2
An angel who likes oral sex your dreams are
that you dream of; hanging around
and calling you sir; pure, and never
unseemly seen with wings.
Good magic here, at work on bed and bench.
Here private steam of scented roses
cooking up a paradise on plate and
cup.
I am your home help.
O Orchidaceous Day!
Be full, I will say.
Be innocent in rapture and pure,
Sir.
Apostrophe3
My pet
my prize
my small nubility
my green Toheroan scurry in the scrub
my sister/brother
child
my Odzone imp
you thrive!
Your moss-gloss skin
is lichen after rain
fresh on the bark on a mountain tree
My freshet
my undercover agent of an extra-city world
your stillness is
an overwhelm
of life beneath
and sense-surround
Your vertically-pupilled
be-spectacled
unblinking eye
is clearly linked to a pretty active brain
and I often wonder what’s going on in
there and if you have like your cousin a
vestigial third eye to interpret this en-
vironment so alien to your native home
from which I cruelly took you one cold
day last June when you basked on the
branch between showers
4O fern-green thing
from a spirit world
too cold
to scuttle or
to panic-fall
My little pakihi peri
Your trust is angelical
Rest on my hand
breath-warm
Run as a herring
at high tide
fast
on the table
as the wall
in flight
stay
at home
with honey
and Aussie crickets from the hedge
My supra-surface visitant —
don’t hibernate or hide
live here like a silent mate
crepuscular
My oracle
you are
my depository
of self
and apartment lore
my little totara-trick
manuka midge
my totem-stick
5You were
before the fall
of forest
when hills smelled new green
and valleys bathed in bloom
before the people came.
You are my golem.
I worship you
would sacrifice myself if it was at
all useful to be of such benefit to a
reptile as it is I sacrifice the lives
of many insects and time to sus-
tain you but I principally wish to
declare that you are to me the link
with a world that might yet prove
to live
persistently
O Heteropholis —
be spirit-guide
be medium
to me
My Self6
I’ve green wings and a silver tunic down to just
above my knees. I live in a terrarium,
on honey and water.
You
if you called
would see me on a branch
in a dream of paradise
and still
I’m diurnal, and of my kind in three celestial
hierarchies three choirs each:
Seraphim Cherubim Thrones Domin-
ations Virtues Powers Principalities
Archangels Angels
I was an intelligence not destined to form; I
took dispensation for the privilege of
place, to be native under rocks on
twigs in flesh and species viviparous
content to be created thing with full
employment being
autocthonous
My world is dry my food is angels’
food and from my perch I see the
clouds my sky.
Once I looked down on them and kept a uni-
versal watch on rain on spiral storms
on clear and decay on lightning
crowns white weather at the poles.
(they shield us)
7
Now I look up
and read the signs
In my Angelic eye my Heteropholis
eye that never closes my spectacles
which I clean with my blue tongue,
not blinking my glory-graced verti-
cally-pupilled eye
which sees this
and this
a river on the world,
the weather,
running on a universe of steam.
My Species8
Angels are intellectual natures at the peak of
creation substance bodiless created
first
when seen we are like fire of light
we have insight by intuition, and do
not ask
We are the nominated guardians of human
kind employed to free the hindered
(so Thomas says whose mind was
nearest to Angelical and his life there
-fore abbreviated).
We had other names
Now I have a new name explicit, with a body
reptilian and low. I have legs I have
place and by the same dispensation
still have mind,
so I
with my lidless eye
watch out
and with my feet
reach places
wings would once have flown
(me)
My Foot9
My foot is miracle designed. Toes bones ten-
dons muscles blood-vessels and skin
are separately tasked and contribute
to the organ overall.
The ventral surface of my toe is broadened,
and has a number of transverse lam-
ellae like pleats. These are covered
with fine curved setae, subdigital.
Near its fine end each seta divides to several
branches, each with an expanded tip.
As I place my foot, these broad tips
are pushed firmly against the sub-
stratum
maximising adhesive contact
Just under the skin of the toe are a number of
large blood sinuses. These act as
cushion, enabling the under-face to
follow all the roughness of the sur-
face,
maximising adhesive contact
A special bone in the hind-feet acts as a swivel
allowing the foot to adhere while I
move
I can bend my whole foot backwards
can run up glass and on a ceiling
(which is almost wings)
if I wish
(but I don’t)
if I had wings
(I hide them
for they are terrible)
My Employment10
I from my branch
in my glass case
watch with my lidless eye
the clouds
forever swimming on
and watch
each day at dawn
type cloud and movement
form
as I read my guarded client’s mind
for signs
so I read the sky! the sky!
and see
( beyond the throne
on which there sits )
a crumbed and scattered firmament
which I catalogue
according to the native terms:
( as the sun rises )
Altocumulus
accreting to the west,
a touch of Nimbostratus
in the far N.W.,
some tattered Stratus
blows from the sea
in the northerly.
11Today will be cloudy till 3.0, with a glimpse
of the sun and some light rain
will break to showers. It will be
mild
North winds prevail at first, but later turn
S.W
The Barometer will fall in the morning to
996 hectopascals, and later rise
to 1008 at 9.0, after which it will
fall again
max. temp: 17
min. temp: 11
Expect heavier rain tomorrow, especially in
the morning — about 26mm — with
dark skies
today is emissary
a bigger presence soon
NOTE:I’m good at judging air
pressure when stretched
out flat upon a wooden
surface. Contractions or
expansions in the grain
pass through my repto-
gelic feet into specialised
bones, inducing levels of
euphoria that I interpret
metaphorically.
As I do my care-giver’s
fondness for fellatio
(as I think I do)
12You, and others, might guess from this that
a falling barometer has an erotic
effect upon me in precise propor-
tion to the gradient of the isobars
I neither confirm nor deny this
I do not need to
Angels are never wrong
Geckos only rarely
Observe with care the effects upon society
of the adiabatic katabatic and the
fohn, of how many murders there
are in Marseilles when the wind is
out of Africa
suicides
and lesser accidents.
In Paradise there’s morning there’s evening
and there are lovely dews
sidereal eternity
whose attractions must not be
underestimated.
Being personally part of a quality that is
inestimable (contributing to a
going-on-forever)
and being (so very minutely)
illimitable
is a thrill
However, Angels ( like all created things )
are imperfect and nervously seek
the new.
13Restlessly we sail the skies in glass-bottom
boats searching and watching the
weather
(Our mediator between space and
locality)
It breeds in region but is not con-
tained
Weather has no age
“Rejoice
O Heavenly Choir sing
at the beauty of the air
at Atmosphere
the clouds
fresh breath
fresh thoughts of heaven”
We praise the Presence who in
better days stitched up this world
with such domestic taste.
Wonder, and prospect of change,
retain us in vocation
though the Power diminishes
Aeon by Aeon
[but not me who, on request to
the Throne, was spared angelic
duty and relieved
to independence].
My Mate14
[My caregiver —
to his sex
to my euphoria
at the approach of a depression]
We angels, being guides, are observers of
nature and curious
We congregate in worship and so we are
curious as to other intimacies
My interest in fellatio is because it is visi-
ble; I can observe both ritual and
performance
on his bed by my terrarium.
This is a studio apartment (in a
tower block in Remuera).
My caregiver has no female. From obser-
vation of his ways (behold they
are so various) I have learned
of pleasures denied my reptilian
self
He grows amorous as the barometer falls,
which is often at full moon. His
thighs taughten. Sensing from
my wooden perch I see him fes-
tinate as the day goes on until at
dark he rings for a Working Girl
With the paraphernalia of my kind such a
practice cannot be mine. I have
a pair of swellings at the base of
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the tail right behind the vent.
These contain my copulatory
organs which because of capture
so soon after incarnation I have
not had occasion to use
so I compose myself with vigi-
lance and diligence
by looking out the window
where I see
A congregation of cirrus clouds to the
south-west
with streaks
along the hills
like this:
…… ……----- ……
The weather map is this:
There will be rain along the western hills
arched clear over the foothills
and altostratus thickening over
head
a blue day
a warm day
and soon —
a hot wind.
[Things are beginning to blow up
nasty]
16There is another map
that brings the same
epidemiological
result:
It is cyclogenetic
It is tropical
It is sticky and the hot air lasts for
days to spite my imprisoner my
guard my subject serendipitous
and makes for him a quag a miasma
of lust in which he writhes in longing
for sedation
or a partner to transcend the flesh.
I’ve seen it all, and pity
It’s the weather, transported south
from palmy climes to wash about
deceptively
a dengue air
with albedo
The chaos can be calculated precisely, with
this equation:
e=es—Ap (T- Tw)
[where e=environment]
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A Discourse (with Meditations)
(I like that. Sing it again)
(though some did with credulous
dread run shrieking)
said my caregiver when I first
barked. Geckos are louder than you
might think
and angels too
Before the Throne there are appointed
choristers; we mostly praise with
instruments (which are a sublimation
of the voice).
This my new shape and form is a sublimation
too a metaphor of interest ambition
good for me
whose laughter had no ground
joy no sky
My name --- is significant of change and
choice and privilege
which is at odds with my
Herpetological rank. My tribe is the
most primitive of lizards.
But examine
if you please
my feet my skin my spectacles
and see
that primitive can mean
delicacy so fine
that you in humankind
must hesitate
to force the word out of all
recognition and wonder that
evolution might be a directed and
intended thing.
18I eat honey as of Paradise fed by my friend
I bathe as once I bathed in radiance
from the Throne
and it was in a sun-duced
somnolence
on a small totara
that I was caught
on a cold day
and now grace this flat
with camouflage
my brilliance
of emerald and silver-gem
and am content
Indeed if it were not that I am not supersti-
tious I would go so far as to suggest
that my captivity in a glass case is an
appointment by Fate
By Fate all I wish is given
To be embodied!
And located!
To observe
to be under the weather!
Is marvellous, that all should come about like
this
I am so thankful.
19
I can see all
I am escaped
but you can never be sure never
absolutely sure of the Absolute. Paradise is
not lightly left. It has a scented talcum charm
exhaled to ease Infinity. There is no weather
there, no breeze of Elysium to rise to a
and shake the olive trees
with a
no day that could be thus described —
Down here weather rules.
It might even be possible for earthly life to be
defined meteorologically in signal
terms. Language divides. Praise, for
example, is a rhetorical form and
cannot be founded on fact. The
classical periphrase is not true:
‘Worthy art thou, our Lord, to receive glory and
honour and power, for thou didst create all
things, and by thy will they existed and were
created.’
20We angels sing this stylishly but not as factual
statement of Omnipotence.
Personally I’ve always enjoyed the
canticle and there are many fine
settings, but most of us now feel
that ascriptions like this no longer
say what should be said
They’re Grand GuignolWe angels have the sense that times have
and are essentially
hyperbolic honorifics
changed (if such an intuitive
assumption can be applied to an
eternal condition)
And we can see
in meteorology
the base for a potentially useful
non-gendered liturgical language
For example
instead of writing and the Lord of the
spirits of the prophets has sent his angel to show
his servants what must soon take place it
could be put:
s1=100EI ef I max ( do, df ) I
This is a philosophic script;
its setting down on paper
excites and enlarges the mind
without reference to
an everlasting patriarchy
For those who like visuals it can be put this
way--
THE WEATHER
The Situation
Be established in peace and tranquillity, be
admitted to that flowing light of
the glory of the angelic heights
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WALK IN HEAVENLY PLACES
WITH HEAVENLY INHABITANTS
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Adhere to the highest light and
see it face to face without help
from the heavenly hierarchies
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Seek shade from the sun, temper its heat, and
the brilliance of its light.
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The World Today
/ H
H /
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Yesterday’s Readings
Truly this is a bad earth, a land of miseries,
But behold the outskirts of the blessed land.
Peace and rest are here.
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Weather Extremes
Namely, the tranquil
Stability of the mind
The World Yesterday
What more health-
giving thing can be
sought than the
sweetness of this
Vision.
Compared with this
sweetness is bitter
This gift is from
above and not of our
deserving.
By the sight of this
light, which is wond-
erful in itself.
The soul is marvell-
ously enflamed
c.Richard of St.Victor & Hugh
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Forecast Maps
O---
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Noon Today
O
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Midnight
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City Forecasts
the sign is shown from above -
be ready - enter into the house.
Open the windows
sweep the yard
clean the hearth
wear holiday clothes
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Satellite Picture
H
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Pacific
Scented herbs
Sweet-smelling
flowers
happy songs
Blue skies of
divine hope
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Symbols
H
anticyclone
are as22There area great many of these glyphyc
symbols that could be appropriated
and adapted —
to a script —
to an overview —
But I write as an angel of the firmament
to whom such meteorological catches
as hectapascal noctilucence vorticity
homosphere isotropicity advection
cryosphere frontolysis graupel
natural as milk and honey
and the equation
^r, 2>r 2 2>^r3 2
is nought but a natural bias
and to whom
Q* + Qh + QE+ Qg =/ O
is the status quo
These are concepts that delight spiritual
beings
but when I speak as a reptile
it is in specifics — — —
two & three & more of them
species types & genera
precipitate
on bloody earth
mists to cleanse
and grow rebirth
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Cumulus
word cloud a
balloon of speech
of words
precipitate
back
into their mystery
if flesh
a head
a breast
a cheek
with hair at the nape of the neck
for rain
and if a thought
convective
to the cerebrum
a pillow
to the rest
a billow
“When a cloud builds o’er the dale,
There will be both rain and hail.”
25
Nimbus
a line of text
a lay of the land
a long hard look at us
an edge
of gneiss
birthed in chaos
on a cold horizon
a black-bound book
of all the clouds in the world
if a rug —
a blanket of dark
“Cloud that spreads out flat and thick
Brings rain to last for near a week.”
26
Cirrus
high herald
for those to follow
pre
cursor
on the place
on the line
point the text
of all to come
window of weather
menu set
and publisher
of change
by angel wing
and trumpet call
jet
a new direction
of front and low
to take
and wave
to make
“White wisps from out the west
Sweep ahead of all the rest.”
27
Stratus
dust
of cloud
slight leftover
roll
and gather
of fluff
in the corner
of the hill
as on the floor
where no draught is
a fog
beyond the finger-tip
upon the sea
bank and drift
of adiabatic grey
unclean
unused by
the manager that
moves its players on
makes cols
and grounds and
contours of air
“When the cloud is rolled and grey,
Misery will last all day.”
28
Altostratus
covert cloud
and cover
by stealth
a veil
so thin
it dims
the sun
before it stops
the light
as if by
gladwrap first and
then by foil
first white
like any other
dry
easy in the skies
it quietly occupies
like someone
setting out the sky
before the guests
arrive
“Cloud that takes its place unseen
Soon thickens into lasting rain.”
29
Altocumulus
bright
at any time
a summer and
a seaside sky
it seems
at play
at any time
for sun
and safe
harmless as
a picnic day
for song and laughter
scattered
as birds on the beach
at sunrise
not noticing
the falcon
and the hawk
surprise
out of
sight so
“Pearly skies
Bring surprise.”
30
Fractocumulus
quarrelling
in line or queue
and single file
harbinger
usher for the governor
black in its larger
parts
prestigitous
it goes before
the Great One
pomp
to come
at the time
when the sky is right
when the Assembly’s set
“Beware when sentinels are sent
Before the day is fully spent.”
31
Cumulo-nimbus
in the night
first sound
rollers on a reef
low
roar
of something down the road
with fire
rex
of the troposphere
on lightning legs
to smash
with bolt and
gorgon coil
as if there were no town
nor warm things in it
just the jungle
on the first day
and it the flame
of life
on prowl
thunder
of the word
“When the blackness drops a veil,
Thunder there will be, and hail.”
Vision of Paradise32
(of clouds)
Blake
saw the Old One
at
an
upstairs window
Boehme
in
a
pewter dish
but that’s imagination
for
the throne
of the Ground-of-being
the Inexhaustible
rests on the anvil
of a multi-cell CB
for lightning play
thunder
and radiant phenomena —
circumscribing
and common bows
arcs and spectres
double suns
Aroundthe throne these halos shine
spectrumed on ice-grain clouds that
float to reflect the Power
with castellatus pilasters, cirrus
ceiling whiff, curtains of nimbus
drift, and cumulus.
33Pink’s the tint, marshmallow, of a cauliflower
cloud at sun set
and grey
roiling up
and languishing
like smoke
on a misty night
In and out these shifting scenes play
Seraphim
the lesser choirs each to a cloud of
choice
and Emanations
of high quality.
My Caregiver35
It seems that there is no-one
nor any people
so cultivated
but something wild breaks out
a jungle thing
a riot
not to be trusted where trust is
and this is my care-giver whose care
never falters
still though I am
on my twig
He forgets not my life
refreshment
and small mites
I am his significance
by day
by my side
he’s at work
at his desk
right his world
routine his health
sun rise conviction
indeed
what use sun
rise if there
were no life to greet it
an empty gesture that
36As it rises over the city and enlightens my
eighth-floor flat
He rises tooYet this same beast so finely made and
Regularity in the turn-over of time
is much to be preferred
it shows a modesty that comforts,
which the Great One should
emulate for
it is better that a made world turn
unhindered than a new one be
invented for the job
mounted
on two fine legs
and topped by an enviable brain
will once a month run rough and
rugged as an untamed thing without
a thought but of some flesh
between his legs
Alas
The View37
I’m impressed at my ability to live in this glass
case
which my care-giver has placed
beside his desk
Storms which are often at this altitude keep
the windows clean but I see nothing
of the city I’m too high just the sky
from west to east and north
He puts straw
on my floor and
small stones
and a branch
on which I
pose day and
night unblinking
There are no draughts and I’m secure
There are clouds so I’m engaged and he is
hardly out of sight at his business
personal
but my state is curious and complex in my
mind from
glass between
me and my man
this wall of
crystal clear
between me
and all I see
and I
not free
Is this chance or is it the Disposer’s art?
38as when I was angelic there was
void between spirit and flesh
so now there is wall between flesh
and flesh.
I can see hear evaluate but cannot
touch the object of research
Is this the price Body always pays?
It’s what I see in the eye of the
girl —
A touch of rain
A grain of ice
A crystalline astigmatism
— not so she does not see (my
captor)
but so she does not see
(herself)
which may be a normal condition of
life
a touch
a type
command
or chip
inserted by the Dispenser-of-all
into the human psyche
to ensure
(more or less)
that a life is lived
this side of the Empyrean.
39My Life in a Terrarium
which is secure draught-free andBut it does affect one’s vision or at least my
temperate as life should be
humidity-controlled and without
those convulsions of life-in-the-wild
like cold
more oblique view of environment.
The best is at right-angles to the
plane of the material — to look
straight out through facing with two
eyes
For the glass is thick and if I look at a sharper
angle my sight is caught in the
matter of the glass and wanders
there wall-eyed in
a fault a slippage slump of one side
to the other
a cleavage through my captor’s face
a one-half elephantiasis
I can send around the room and out
the window to the weather if I want
to split
a cloud enlarge one out of
countenance make gravid
portentous
portly to the dropping into gravity
to the ground
40the roomComing and going in my small safe world like
any part of it all around the place
picture pot-plant handle switch and
door down to a dislocated distance
and makes
veering near the surface of a pool
and with a watery shade
Which is bad for TV and the PC screen
blurring detail and washing out
colours
But mostly does it cause me to be uncertain
that I see
infusing with unconfidence my
bespectacled unblinking vertically-
pupilled eye
my yellow eye that should gaze
inerrantly
as given by the Maker and Creator
or at least Prime Mover
who has never been quite sure of its
fixedness
that it would wear as well as the
Eternal
especially in those parts most
subject to wear
The Ritual41
I watch uneasily as my man and his woman
make fellatio
transfixed as I am by lust and
disquiet
The energy the ecstasy thrill me to the point
of involuntary motion. The
gathering of orgasm from all the
body sources like lava to ejection
leaves me at second hand played
out
‘Mettereli nel culo non e abbastanza’
and puzzled at the way the woman
watches while she works the man
That the head should take the loin’s share is
disquieting
That the eye should watch the penis troubles
my libido
‘Quando gli succhiano il rinormato’
(confused as it is with its
unaccustomed hemipenes)
I know there’s something lovely here and
something (else)
inadequate
as in all we do
42Perhaps I need to make a turn of will and
reconstruct my thought to see
the sacred in disgust
like St.Catherine of Siena
who in the leprosarium
would stoop to suck the pus
from abscesses and gangrened limbs
and fall into an ecstasy
of a mystic sort pure
quite different
that leads to levitation
like Teresa of Avila
John of the Cross
« È vero »
This is why I’ve let myself be caught confined
and catechised
risk exile from the paradise
to study
the flesh
to find
for myself
if meat is less
as hymn and myth declare
if soul is sacred
and the flesh refused
« Grazie, Professore »
[There is, in ecstasy,
a reverence for wounds]
A Peroration43
I take comfort from my memories of the
meaning of sex in fungal biology
Assume the diversity of fungi, and the
difficulties in the way of
observation and experimentation,
for
Maleness and
Femaleness
need not apply. Fungi have several
gender strains
in
Plasmodiophoromycetes
and
Chrytridiomycetes
the cells that fuse are structurally
indistinguishable. Both are motile
and fuse outside the structure that
produces them.
In the genus Achyla the same colony
can function as male as female as
hermaphrodite.
In the species A. ambisexualis and A.
bisexualis some strains can be male
or female or be constant at will.
This is unique to fungi
It is called Parasexuality
[The Eternal Man is bisexual,
say Blake and Boehme.]
O Joy Of Mystic44
Ecstasy
O my Soul —
Be made
Renewed
To a dust-free plane
The Light
Shine on you that shone on Eden
when my colleague called to teach
and lead you on this way
Be Still
As the turning stars when their suns
first rise and sing to the Power that
makes them
Be Free
O my Soul
Of impedimenta
Enlarge
In your mind this world given of
Eden’s green and growing
And Weather
Ever new and never still
Ageless
Irresistible
Forward in power and changeful
Know Hope
in Time
true Force Unending over pain and
joy
and float me
creature that I am
to Re-creation
O Soul
Metaphysical
Bless
I pray thee
Pleasure me
To My Atrophied45
Wings
(Before I Take to The Wall)
on a thermal
to hover on updraft
is joy to any winged thing as I recall
most fondly of relaxant times and
privilege of duty
When I lit spark-like on one dimension and
another to business that worlds
might depend upon in confidence
unexcelled cherubic and seraphic
In flight that is not flesh nor spirit is pleasing
to the self alone
I now have body pleasure —
four soles upon a surface
wood is best
stone is good
glass is no trouble and I make runs
upon the wall now when my
caregiver’s asleep
Curtain is no check but I take care
lest my toes are caught in the cloth
Velvet is an irritant
When first made low I was
wary of dust
on nose and eyes
but I am so wonderfully made
though squalid
I have no allergies
and can move in secret places
fearing only predators
as every living thing must do
as heaven does of hell
46Now pursuing truth
I make new moves
and am more business-like
The wideness wings once gave
has served good ends
gives vision broad
of height and depth
above / below
Now I move inside
For I see that the human has invented for
itself new rites that only feet can
reach
I must learn more
I’ll take to interstices
I’ll live in the wall that divides
I’ll watch with my bespectacled unblinking eye
I’ll see all sides
13 Hierarchic47
Names
(and why I left)
we are a courtly people
our culture cloys
holding us in loyalty
to ancient mores
Ask any one — ask Peor Uriel Azzazel Chemos
Gabriel Lucifer Raphael Arioth Abdiel Michael
Zaphiel Ariel Ramiel
They find it hard at times
speech is dying
words lose sense
songs their harmony
Our Ancient Of Days is loveable as ever as
admired and respected (in a general sense)
our traditions are unaltered
but one grows tired
The elect — the Cherubs Seraphs Potentates
Thrones Virtues Winged Spirits
Winged Chariots etc. know there’s
fame in heaven and seek not human
praise of course but
sometimes one questions
We’ve made All, set it in train, and know what
the end will be
Now it’s time to look around while
it lasts
I’m the only one to go, but expect more to do
the same to scatter in unlikely forms
and curious
48Our presence in the biosphere and atmosphere can be gauged by this means:
DVI=.9.97R xExt,
or = 52.5T x E x t,
or = 4. 4q x E x t
And in the effects.
49tap the barometer
pace the anemometer
take your station
test the wind and see
on the far-off land a cloud
no bigger than a hand
and say
Ha!
It looks like rain
all you people
Run!
To your cars
your umbrellas
and your shower-proof coats
it’s written there
like on paper
Addenda50
My manner of taking the fly is deliberate:
When I clearly see it
and make sure it is living
I steal forwards in a most stealthy
manner.
As I near the fly,
within an inch or two,
I arch my neck
my eyes swell
and bulge
and the expression on my countenance
grows fierce.
Next I lift a foot
and move it
slowly and cautiously
in the air,
first a toe
or a finger
at a time.
Then I stretch my head towards my prey
as slowly as the hour-hand of a clock
until I’m close enough
when, as quick as light,
the dart is made,
the fly is caught.
I shake it shortly
and then gulp the whole thing down
in three or four gasps,
legs wings and bristles.
I never miss.
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L. H. Kyle,
8/1 Ruapehu St.
Mt. Eden,
Auckland.
630 9434
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© Leicester Kyle, 1998
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