Easter
of invisible sailing—wing
of the swan—you want to get back to
silence before the first word is spoken
& the black horse drinks from the lily of light,
'til someone says in a language that finally makes sense
            to us,
I'm blind, give me an eel, I'll eat it,
give me a snake, I'll eat it,
& the man who plays with his eye on the Beast
lifts the diamond from your heart,
all the dark obsequies & beautiful lies
the night tells itself
so it can sleep,
& the stars flow back to us, burning, burning, upon the
            black lake.