Implosion

You came to and left the earth
At a time of time compression
Like a glint in the eye of the cyclonic depression
Over the Bay of Bengal.

The kal boisakhi of the bauls
The unpredictable seasons of whirling ecstasy and madness
Remnants of shamanic communitas
Beat their thunderdrums
Around that silent eye.

Only the gods knew of that arrival and departure
The quantum flash of your chariot with its sun flag
Your archetype disclosed and aborted
A light wrinkle on Time’s forehead
Hazy with enigma.

But that which comes can never leave
Becoming part of actualized immanence
The living present past
Or past as present’s palimpsest
From the viewpoint of Becoming.

Into this hauntology you imploded
Fusing with the atomic idea
The inmost jewel in the cosmic lotus
Imprinted with your Logos.

Not an alien element this
But an imperceptible intimate essence
Opening a dimension through a fold of deconstruction
And in keeping with radical infinity,
Immanent yet transcendent.

Occult surgeons suture the body for the feast
Humans wait like cattle for mass enlightenment
While your invitation expands within like a dawning
Duration stretching its fingers
Back to the future.