Volant

“Who in the rainbow can draw the
line where the violet tint ends and the
orange tint begins? Distinctly we see
the difference of the colors, but where
exactly does the one first blendingly
enter into the other? So with sanity and
insanity.”
— Herman Melville, “Billy Budd”

“We cut nature up, organize it into
concepts, and ascribe significances as
we do, largely because we are parties to
an agreement to organize it in this way.”
— Benjamin Whorf

“Pienso que un sueno parecido no
volvera mas: Volare! Contare! Nel blue
dipinto di blu y volando feliz.
Yo me encuentro mas alto, mas alto
que el sol y mientras que el mundo se
aleja despacio de me: una
musica dulce....”
— Domenico Mudugno, “Volare”

here is a story:
not sticking to its intuit
flying, flying:
in the beginning of the beginning
there was the light
merely reflective reflexive
seamless open possibly

unseemly mirroring
of the lark of the dark
the then of Rogerian rubric
(was it always there, this one/two
punch n’ judy showing?)

in contrast to contract nee go/stop:
negotiation
light has no boundaries: no wee we we
all divide and name and name and
name
-divide: conch and cur
cure and pure

purient and Cure de Arsall the way home
from light dark array
convening beyond reason:
extravagant, indecorous, unbecoming,
uncomely, indecent, irrational,
untoward

and then
middling of begin: the words coming
out of the light-dark dark-light
bringing their magi-got-gifts:
first the warm red of fire and sun

yellow emerging at leisure to play

next the triptych of sky-forest-ocean:
bluegreen; greening the blues still one
until ending the beginning
the forest moves out of water-sky into
green kelly and teal and fern and
emerald
sap and tea and myrtle and pine
now the wordy path
swathes of swatches switching
color wheeling dealing
light becoming pork portly meanings
meant
pigment
mixing theories bleary weary eyed of
newt and frog in tow
too wooly battened; dogged tongue
tied two
powerful trouble
boiled and bubbled

in the midst of what is seen
the beginning of the gap
so lean careen ombudsman serene
light to light
dark is as dark does
what’ the matter?
some-one’s flying in the clatter ¦

— Rx is the FloridaWeekly muse who hopes to inspire profound mutiny in all those who care to read. Our Rx may be wearing a pirate cloak of invisibility, but emanating from within this shadow is hope that readers will feel free to respond. Who knows: You may even inspire the muse. Make contact if you dare.