B. Z. Niditch

Mondrian

You nostalgic spy
of a Dutch uncle underground
with your wildcat
red-eye stigmas
in your own choreographed horizon
you distill the elements
from every nullity of appearance
your mutilated network
becomes order
in dialogues running over
from a peephole
a prophet
from collapsed hells
with an artist's foresight
in landscape's mobile hours
reminiscent of ruined memory
you already awaken
the sign makers
with observant eardrum and eye
you offer light when you awaken
every nullity
of appearance.