Poem- On the Yin Frontier

On the Yin Frontier

Baby heads float above enlightened Buddha stem, neck the truncated conduit of terra cotta stability

The yin frontier is the interior, narrow road to, it’s home before the conquering tribe rolls in, and then it’s the union of flesh after the surge of yang when the Celts ate the hearts of their admired enemies

It’s tiny, tiny, tiny, miniscule maps, nameless amoeba lost points of origin, circling electrons in Speed Racer orbital exchange, weather systems and hotspots of language, pins and needles blood flash leg, shock-white-static-cling- pulling apart hot laundry, whisker your cat’s opalescent eyes- stroke of tail against laptop, the silence and space of new apartment, inner receptivity, hearing what is received, receiving what is given- nipples turned cold in morning shower, or oasis body that attracts insects to swoon over flesh, it’s heaven and earth embody- dancing on two-hundred-year-old grave- at St. Marks’s- East Village and beyond-

It’s Tiananmen before and after the tanks, it’s the body before and after the rape, before and after gentrification, it’s the home where the pieces are picked up, the stomach waiting to be fed, the baby ant blown off the page, the suitcase flung open after sojourn, it’s mother’s olive-metallic-round-barreled-body-Pontiac, a green arrow blinker ticking (when turn signals still rhythmic ticked), hot, hot summer leather seats and scorch metal, mushroom locks- the dream of her abandoning me

It’s deep underwater-communication, resonance like wine glasses singing, it’s the receiver, the radio, Jack Spicer’s Martians and letters to a dead Lorca, with the Dick Van Dyke show roaring involuntary-static assault, kinetic energy waiting to fall, the architect of the center, of the World Trade Center, Minoru Yamasaki “…in a world of perfect freedom,” in a world of free expression of form “he’d … create… nothing but one-story buildings” a room with a view “overlooking fields of flowers” without his fear of heights, searching for a world of perfect freedom, freedom from fear of heights, freedom from the fear of fear

in the kinetic design, embedded in the architecture of us, dreaming of a new architecture, a new architect of us, the space created-

is the space received