MICHAUX'S MISSION

Just like fine words
strung on high notes of an oboe
of a hypodermic omen at night
along a June Paris boulevard
clearing out enigmatic angels
over the table end of fortune
at his future expression
Michaux's mission glows
from dusk and esoteric despair
advances a bard at the moon
with hallucinogenic notice
in an airy chimerical ascension
uncovers a high funereal
rhythmic appearance
as you quickly pass by
in a testament of memory
spun in oracles of sulfurous words
in a caustic poetry tongue lost
from a charismatic lamentation
opening up entangled voices
in a shine of oblivious separation
transpiring elemental wisdom
hung over from
a visionary Mephistopheles
yet dreaming
of a moonlight daughter
to kiss and rescue him
bent down on his canvas
lap and knees writing all night
uncovering a windy metamorphosis
in visible ink dream fingerprints
shivering as in an fallen hourglass
of embarrassed absolution
in the thin narrowing gallows
of being by his printed journey
in a poet's ultimate moments
of his struggling recreation
in a mescaline drawing
almost tasting the sea mirrors
by an erratic water bird
seen from weighted ladders
standing with an easel
in an enigmatic whirling desire
to forget hourglass sands
of his own desert
which shadows all of us
in the madness of ambient music
when you are translated
into his own abyss.