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I tore
out my eyes
When I
looked
Why didn’t I turn away
The pulse of desire burned through me
And I cried a thousand tears
Eyes still in hand
The salty water
Left a pool at my feet
Which found its way to a river,
Where I dropped them
What will become of my eyes
I don’t know
Maybe a beautiful fish will eat them for dinner
I have seen birth and death
It is yours and mine
Beyond the lash
Over hills
Through woods
A river bends
A small bird sits on a branch above looking down
At her reflection
Silently
What is it that she sees?
Rushing by
Her image distorting
She doesn’t recognize her face
Fractions of color split
As she flaps her wings
The clear water absorbing the moment as she disappears in to the endless
sky
Out there it is dark
And lonely
But I have been there before
Spent hours in darkness
Eyes shut tight
Mind holed and knotted
Arms tense
Toes curled
Heart
Heavy
Out there it is cold and hard
But I have been there before
Clasping hands
Rubbing them together
Creating warmth
Finding shelter
Lifting stones and boards
Out there is the air
And life
I have inhaled it
I remember the taste of earths brown skin
On my tongue
I am a golden back eagle with rust flecked wings
Soaring
I am a mountain stream
Broken with rage
Exposing everything
Clear down to the bottom
Tiny star fish rest I my hair
Twigs and branches are my limbs
Pebbles adorn my neck and wrists
Mud and sand are my body
And I am moving through everything
Is moving through me everything is moving
Through me everything is move
Through me
Everything is
moving
I am again tripping
The trip up wire
I am indifferent
Unduly devoted to the one thing
That rises about the sound
Of
Silence
Indefinitely dividing
Music
Music
Music
Moving in me in you
Dancing on my eyes
Like drummers hand move
Across taut skin
I hear color wash across the lope
Then suddenly drop me
From its imaginary cloud
Flat
On my back
On the floor
On after another
Fall out
From
Below me
Falling
Freely
Framed in the left hand corner
A road lined with
Hard woods
Rock exposed
And I am in the middle
But I am not me
He called up from his
Makeshift bedroom
Newspaper quilt,
Concrete mattress
No dignity, I thought
But his eyes said different
Ripples of pure dimensionless love
A king in rags
Watery looks, yellowed beard
A mess of locked dreads on a still fierce brow
Alive and surging even now
As body flakes away
From elements and rum and the change
left in a can by his naked-ashened feet
And as I passed him
An assemble of angels grew wings
through his hair
A flock of birds fell from his mouth
And he began singing
Whale-like
And a tides wave of bodies cover his
And he was everything
And he smiled into me
And I fell to the ground
Arms reaching
Giving in
To this
Freedom
For a moment
I thought he was god
But then I realized he was a man
who knew
struggle-
the gift-
I cried the next morning when I walked by
The place he had been,
An empty can and a few wet papers was all that remained