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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Celestum II



What do I hear
when I hear voices
Are they mine or yours or someone else’s
shells, ghosts, cast off homes,
or mistakes of language?
All the things that were never said or done.

What a pleasure to watch the wind
Catch a fold of the curtain then lift it,
and send a curl running across its breadth.
A crab across a rock before a wave?

A seething mind boils, then cools
Every idea an explosion, sending a thousand sparks showering
Thick crust cracked and bleeding molten rock
Late in the day sky and coral turn the green of limes.

Melts and so moves downwards
Through fire
Purifying itself
Thus reaches heaven

Under attack
Assume the female form
Prepare to give birth.


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