mister metanoi and her Caerus

The change of heart
the moment to act
to leap up move forward

one has to









______________ Underfoot the crushed chance _ Not so the heart stirred moving out ~

(Hurried as Hermes)
(the busy bird messenger man_ crook'd as any forger a
bucky stellar burglar)

this god leaves as he arrive faster than 20 c. dromos ~_____________________|________________ One Lock of hair. One chance. to become many of fortitude and glancing selves. the near moment, its poetry of near send . mouth.

Carpe diem ~

"Thou strong seducer, opportunity!"

One asks is this the hour of opportunity its dear daring change of forth? One has the metanoia the heart fibrilattes gathers its geese. Unlyrical as any unheimlich. One puts the voices aside. the horn blow. or it blow triton neptune love on the axes of shift.



_____________________ So like Crooked Hermes and his thieving quarters. this essence god was becoming its flittery instant in nanoseconding of protracted betrayal as god to thief faster as it go. and the fleet foot of the measure as
the poet
speaks her rhyme box
that rhythm thing
preceding all
being bearing in its becoming
tonnage of creation
the unexpected

as it soar
must
see
the one

strand of hair
hangs over the eye

"creeping down over the eyebrows"

O how it creeps a long
sweep curtaling the window
self
over the brow
and hair
its love

like this
thing
evaded the church
crept round the backyard

hopped to the bird eye view of its distant
wing

But she's gone _ is it Lady luck then her head bald like the boy child Caerus?

o the kick back of the machine. wears its darning hard. socks to wear aplenty.
its gather in its lust. O the head one locked hair worn over the eye
Act! Act! Basta! Basta! ______αρκετά________ Swoosh of the hawk chance
son of a god you say? son of an odd bastard god playing his roulette
wheel chance with the free_willers the choicers the bangs hanging down
over their eyes. What whores are these?

O he has that dewy look his forehead's glistening with the rink of it
the breath of the panting yes, chance , squall call the native
son's blush the ring around the sun's zoom ~
αρκετά

The hard face its gone the softness melted barely gave your way
chance's glance its hot promise lifted O my sons
where your god has stood there's now a providence its tawdry
make up to the crucified One ~

Mister Nazarene buttocks herself and Magda. Think of her.
Her hair down by her knees. lover to his feet. these swollen
solemn feet measured the crime of love

think of those god becomings their harsh institutions constitution
hacking the world plate of its chaired chaos disaster shape

scream in the gold the bronze god faced hard's passed his way
you'r e left holding the bag a zoo creature in the misty ways
hung down by the islands and their passing a

Is it a cleft hook'
dea r Caerus
?







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seducedr quote from (John Dryden, 1631-1700, The Conquest of Granada pt. i, IV. iii).

Question when does opportunity become aleatory? does its chance precede the random?

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