To enter, you must join
the dream body’s epicene center –
a mandorla
rouged with rust
and white
like the swan’s neck
hooked with melancholy.
The trapeze door
opens to
milky light
revealing
an elastic Magdelen,
Stowaway shadows
breathe,
pulse,
lounge in limbering
green fire
spit rubies
then die.
Poise is restored.