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Furthermore, the moment may be emblazoned
To honor mysteries
beyond plot or intention.
The horses thunder past two roaring lions.
The artist, we know, sketched quickly, & blended
All four figures to a blurred kinetic fusion.
Both inside & outside the bellies of the lions,
The horses may already be prey.
Or like two fast freights
Horse & lion rattle down their parallel tracks
Each to its own insistent destination. Nothing random,
Yet nothing to assuage our questions or our longing—
Which is one definition of myth. Deliver us from our abjection
O Lords of Spirit Realm & Hunting Magic.
We are but charcoal, ink & pixel before Thy
Manifold unspeakability.
May our hands be nimble & steady.
Introduction
Something of Us to Prove Our Afterlife: Notes on “Ochre”
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements