The women as if in a mikvah have come to cleanse themselves in the green pool
in the Voynich ms.
The women as if Danaids carry water from the pool in their sieves.
Through her destruction of the sons of Egypt, for which she was wisened
by this wasting away,
through the terrible count that has no point
she makes herself whole:
the numbers of the Tetractys come and cleanse themselves in the green water
in the images of women,
one and two and three.
They have to do with the nine Muses
some Greeks imagined are calmed Maenads:
allow numbers refreshment in the water
of memory from which I have fashioned my mind.
There is no biological analogy.
The patterns come to us. The flower arrives,
you can see it in the water, but it isn’t wet.
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