Catalytic Transcendence

Like titanium aerosol in a nitrogen

xenon vacuum atmosphere

I’m here and where?

Like wisps of an immolated monk

again for the last witness

of its one and nothing

I can taste the bone and blessing

Like bride, binding eightfold color

down in wave and nerve and brain

Did I send her there?

Like three, one, it’s other, the last a breath as they used to be

I died with them in canvas as brush, a wish, a dream