When or how, let me escape this music’s
Singing sirens, heating ought-to-be-cool
Things that live well-deep below
Mind’s stairs where darkness lies cold.
Cold, yes, but oily Viennese-smooth
Chromatics in every one-mind’s thought
Heats and stirs all images: Christ
Himself, or Mary wrought, and graven images;
Vast graven images of knowledge everywhere:
Good above, beside, below; and evil
Within, ever living and forbidding life.
Warmth within, even with heels dancing,
Is not life. No, that lively music
Is death’s image that lives within you.
Mayagüez, Puerto Rico, 1980