Golden Section 1:
               Square Circles

               Burn your bridges and your crosses
a trinity mediates opposites
if unity survives, immunity
               arrives from the skies, a rainbow
thrown whenever a planet dies defies
death’s brush, puts up withheld knowledge man can
               touch, paints it out in encaustic
encodes its black art’s wisdom in wax still
warm, unsealed, and what teaches us to count
               on our Selves instead of above
since below just flows up, power that grows
and growls until its own tail tastes like fate.

Golden Section 1.618:
               Erect Angles

               I’ve never done blow on the job
but I’ve been blown by my boss before tossed
manhandled like a glass vessel then dropped
               alembic heart alchemical
as another man sweating on your chest
fur collecting treasure, as it were, dawn’s
               dew in the sheets as the mute book
never said but showed to do, lust’s broken
window blocking from opening what minds
               can do, what you can if you tune
out of constructs such as substances and
aim for higher consciousness, have substance
               will, take heart, and make way for art
fulfilling its promise whenever you
are, your being not like me but your Self
               more than one-and-six-tenths the part
playing as light does on colour, dancing
not walking, on water as its number
               swims under wherever you are.