Tiles are mostly abstract:
tiles come from Islam:
tiles have been through fire:
tiles are a sacred charm:
After the unbearable parallel
trajectories of lit blank tile,
tile-figures restore the plural,
figuring resumes its true vein.
Harm fades from the spirit as tiles
repeat time beyond time their riddle,
neat stanzas that rhyme from the middle
styles with florets with tendrils of balm.
Henna and mulberry mos-
aics controvert space:
lattice on lattice recedes
through itself into Paradise
or parrot starbursts framing themes
of stars bursting, until they salaam
the Holy Name in sprigged consonants
crosslaced as Welsh metrical schemes.
Conjunct, the infinite doorways
of the mansions of mansions amaze
underfoot in a cool court, with sun-blaze
afloat on the hard water of glaze.
Ur shapes under old liquor
ziggurats of endless incline.
Cruciform on maiolica
flourishes the true vine.
Tulip tiles on the grate of Humoresque
Villa join, by a great arabesque
cream boudoirs of Vienna, then by left-
handed rhyme, the blue pubs of Delft.
Prominence stands in a circle
falling to the centre of climb:
O miming is defeated by mime:
circles circle the PR of ominence.
Tiles are sacred abstracts
old from beyond Islam.
Tiles have been to Paradise
clinkers of ghostly calm.
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