Annunciation

The ANNUNCIATION is the announcement the baby's due, or at least expected. Liturgical but not dogmatic, angelic midwivery initiates a fruitful process framed around an encounter between the angel Gabriel and the Virgin Mary who speaks the words:

ave gratia plena Dominus tecum

benedicta tu in mulieribus

(Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women)--

A Hail Mary is the meditative repetition of this mythological moment.

ANNUNCIATION

Announce. Announce a noun. Breathe in : breathe out. Announce a word: something. Announce something (to me). Enunciate: breathe in and out and out and in: fly flew flown; blow blew blown. Enunciate well your annunciation (to her):

announce: STONE. (In : Out)

Grey stone. Cold stone.

Old stone. Praying.

Cold oldgrey stonefloor by the window where she sits reading.

She sits readpraying on the old coldgrey stonefloor by the vestal bed beside the window.

Announce: WINDOW. LIGHT. (Out : In)

Window; Light : shining; pouring.

Windowlight shinepours.

Light windowshine pours in bright from outside the window down upon her, there where she reads by the bed.

Fineshining windowsunshine streams in through the window-sky by the bed, by her virgin-sky bedside beside which she sits prayreading: streams down and down upon the cold oldgrey stonefloor, beams of windowlight brightwarming it bakingly calm.

Announce: CALM. QUIET. SANCTITY. (In : Out)

Calmly she reads in the quiet, sanctified.

How calmly she can read in the quiet : quietly in the calm, sanctified by brightquiet blowing in from the window-sky: without any disturbance with plenty of windowshine and without any joltshock of the harpstring-strung nerves in calmquietsanctity she can well readpray herself into an at least viably enunciated word-profile.

Announce: PROFILE. HANDS. LOCKS. (Out : In)

Pale profile. Chaste hands.

Soft drooping locks.

From her pallid profile to the open book in her chaste gracehands, her drooping locks drape.

In her chaste vestal virginhands a book is opened over which her draping tresses droop and on which her looking-eyes are locked: where her pale face of grace is glued to the wordrunning droop.

Her drooping flow of silktresses are ladyfragrant locks which dream and announce the porcelain pastypearliness of her maiden’s moist and gracious gracehands begging grace, begging grace of her own maidenface of exsanguine lips and white profile just like the porcelain pastimes and downright dizzying vertigo vortexes she is prayreading to, flatchested.

Enunciate: MIND? WORD? POISON? (INOUTOUTIN)

Word venom? Mind poison?

Sickly and warm? Bloody fresh?

Night venomous wordseed, sickly stickywarm?

Could it be a nightphiltre vial of poisonous wordseed (vile!) dulcetly sicksticky which heats her belly like that and stings along her lointrails like that (like the memory of a serpent)?

Flowing fluidly phlegm-like from the leaves of her raucous prayerbook, scorchscraping its way from her throat to her lungs and her lointrail belly like searing sicksticky tarseed semen: could it be dreaded mind-corruption? wordpoison? will-wreaking knifey slicey swishes wished fulfilled of bloodwarm nightenvenomed wordphiltre concocted for her vestal flowermind? or rain running through the gutterfilth crud?

Could it be washed away, nightlynauseous mindpoison as fresh as sickman’s blood? could it be washed away in a torrential flow of rain or tears like the woman’s mascara from her face, tarsticky from her eyes that the beloved lover she’s never seen has never seen? could the words be anything but the dark scent of shadows and the mealy taste of earwigs?:

mucous?:

but to dispel her spell of doomgloom, she mimics with her chaste hands and twining fingers against the light and onto the wall a bird’s flight, whirling whirly up and up and up (and up).

Announce a noun a word a verb she greets the newcomer with a graceful raising of the wrist, timorous; the words salute her back, boring a grave and amicable stare into her porcelain face: because Light, bisecting archways, courtyards, humble bedrooms, courtyards or chapels truly can tell a something, something significant, as if archways bore stars and windows bore the sky: she clasps the tome to her flat chest.

Breathe in and out and out-in: inhale and exhale, in-out, out and in: aspire and transpire: inspire and expire: influx/efflux.

But whether flyflown and blowblown, or flewblown and blewflown, in any case:

announce: EYEPUPIL. SANCTMATERIAL. HEAVENHARMONY. SUNFIREPLUME.

Chasity’s eyepupil intact. Sunfire’s glorious scorchpluming.

Essence of sanctity. Harmony-humming heavens.

Glorious and intact sanctmaterial: the beautifullest, the delectablest---

A plume blown flown on the breath of the sunflame (up, up, up [and up]), there at her virgin-sky bedside, hums out harmony.

Her window-sky is the sunrise of joy, redolent of music, in the beautifully delectable sanctmaterial of her searching eyepupil, resounding in sweetscented flyflown featherblown humharmony: heaven(ly).

In quietsanctity there beside her bedside window-sky she sits bedsidebound prayreading(readpraying) from an open book in her chaste maidenhands(moist): sitting there, at her virgin-sky bedside on the old coldgrey stonefloor which the sunfireflame is baking brightwarmingly.

Enunciate well your annunciation:

you are the most beautiful, the most delectable eyepupil of chastity, vestally queenly with your flowing eyes and your blowing breath and your ladyfragrant droops of tresses tressing entwiningly around your milky gracehands and your porcelain face all of grace. The potent potion of heavenharmony hummingly humming was poured so very deeply into the you of yous and your mind’s womb retained the joy (be)held in your eye’s pupil: it was from the start, from the very beginning, unlost in a lost world, joywords of a sanctmaterial plumescratched flyflown and burningly featherblown all over window-skies, cutting and bisecting, cutsecting archways, courtyards, bedrooms, and chapels, harmonyhumming heavenly in the taste of whitebright windowshine all the way vestal bedsidewards, there where you sit bedside readpraying with a downturned contemplation so endearing to contemplate in these lost times: all this written over the porcelain pastiness of your pale vestal visage (a vestige), the exsanguine lips which breathe pale sweet breath in and out and out and in and in-out and out-in and outinoutin: fly flew flown; blow blew blown: inhale and exhale; aspire and transpire; inspire and expire: so the flight has flown the wind has blown, all unannounced and unenunciated: efflux/influx.