Meta Sylvia

[zorcas]

Stroke by stroke she rows into darkness
towards an island unmarked on maps.

Words distract her with incense and light words from where?
or clay and blood. Space fills with language
no one speaks, vacuum, furnace, not only these; who are the no ones? Thought you were alone. Where did furnace come from and why?
white noise like sheets over mirrors.

In the mirror an inverse stanza, outlined where did the mirror come from---confusing.
in obscurity; a scribble, a drizzle of soot – soot from the furnace?
not frozen in space but flame-nailed
onto the white sheet page.

She schemes to carry this precious chaos why is chaos precious?
to the island in a suitable chalice. Stanza
carves the carriage, the cup, chaos, what carriage or is it a canoe?
the mirror, and the island.

Big game roams here. She tracks the greatest,
captures him, writes his wrongs - steals him, did you mean "rights"?  captures then steals him like spring water not likely to be found in a desert? This needs work.
like spring water.

She’s captured him alive, tethered him
between parallel lines; now she milks him Can you milk a him? what parallel lines?
in the desert, bleeds him carefully, Bleeding doesn't condense.
condensed.

Then she launches her flesh canoe flesh means what? First stanza says you row, but a canoe is paddled.
towards the island you never said you had left the island. Ig she trapped the greatest the first time what we she go back for?
all over again.

         The entire poem reads like a jumble of words thrown together.