AJAR

AJAR

white smoke
blank smoke

suddenly stymied
something is ajar

or it is just
that it seems so
need to
    turn true scholatic
to question its quidity

and then habeam
everything geared to go

clocks
                bells
and whistles

rerum
   novarum      this will
               be no re-run

the new Vicar
    (born under
the virgin at
least
stellar sigh of)

critically
testing the steel of a halberd
with his shepherd’s finger

new light in waves incarnate
as particle
          this city within
a city
dovetailing itself into the heart
of the city of cities

paradigm for everything
we admire, everything we fear

first as myth
then as bad fairy Tale

the one where
a door is denied and
we
   are prisoners of time

black smoke white smoke
a city
   so divine must
find room for confession

that old river flowing
forever recycling the great
shapes of
     virtue, obedience and power

dawn
a thing
      we need
to
conduct as experiment

old medieval truth
not without fire