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Book XI (Part 1)

Ascent from the Limousine!
I am the future, I am the Apparition; I am the Extrapolation!
I am a Performer at heart,
forever destined for the stentor-drone;
he could not dance with another but himself
and the Witness of Providence…

Go away in darkness, tend to Pardes!
for I need Her untouched tresses this premiere night,
or at worst to transfigure a Peasantess lesser;

Homeward to the true Catskill wood!
I cannot recall the road theatre-ward through the unrelenting pitch
which is drenched with extant fog from my ominous foreknowledge...

This is my Piece that I have prepared,
in the bower of my Discontentment,
in the hovel of my Resentment;
as is contrary to the laurels of victory,
I must leave my glinting Car to be ultimately decided;
at least I dressed my Faith on a mane-endowing scarf…

This red carpet stretches out for my own Feet,
this is how it found its way to an unlikely Threshold;

Malinche opens theater’s door for me…

"Who be the woman who's split but silent?
Be you the woman of foreign spirits,
the daughter of agave
envision'd by her calling culture
to whip the skipping circle 'round,
for whom the cabrons shuffled harder
with every liquid administration,
for whom they reel'd broken 'til true dawn
with every drop of blue Jalisco blood taken,

Or be you the shirking saint toward passions below,
the altair of all aloof,
to whom beauty retreads your namesake grey seas in vain,
though whom in pearly premonition a score of silly shepherds covets?

Come regardless, mysterious reveler,
abscond with another to aft chambers,
places no gold-vested guard could clear:
vivid vicinities for consummation of flailing crescendo,
vexing memories which appease deviant throes…"
Her inevitable narcolegacy follows...

I am now between my Door and the Crowd!
As I have taken over their place as the object of desire,
the cinema picture repeats on the screen:
Ghazy Loon watching himself watching himself without End,
Panning out without End,
upon that foyer-shaped Thread into static Reality:

*Destiny's brother emerges and shoots,
this is what my present has become at last,
an eluding limit between perpetual picture from the past
and the coming bullet from Destiny's brother!*