Clockwise Cat Strikes Back
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Cirque des Cercles<br />
By Richard King Perkins II<br />
Like a vein of gold, you left me<br />
in the center of forgotten, still to miss<br />
the rise of trivia. Alleys blotted<br />
with dusk’s red trifles. Yet it wasn’t the<br />
swaths of cinnabar collapsing in the fireplace<br />
that stilled us. Bright prisons followed us<br />
everywhere— except when we needed<br />
them most.<br />
The cirque des cercles on the<br />
stitched rug are openings to an underworld.<br />
The longest darkness. Creatures forming<br />
from the demon’s molten feet in the eons<br />
after Damascus appeared above the earth.<br />
An age of whale chant rising like slabs<br />
on the strand. But the day’s first child<br />
cries out the simplest man’s name into the sky.<br />
Such a mind; a gateway to the clouds.<br />
Perpetual reiver, break me into timelessness,<br />
for the will perseveres in its completeness<br />
rather than its fragmentation. Then the moon<br />
leaves off and the rug swallows down remnants<br />
of gold and bone. The deepening of essentials.<br />
Promenades swathed in dawn’s great monument.<br />
Left alone in unending expanses of pitch white<br />
freedom— even when we needed it least.<br />
Because I was always your slave.<br />
And you were always mine.<br />
Author bio: Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care<br />
facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL with his wife and daughter. He is a three-time Pushcart and<br />
a Best of the Net nominee whose work has appeared in more than a thousand publications.