going deeper
getting darker
always getting colder
getting older
the best parts
sinking down
falling out
off
falling away
allowing the
skeleton
to emerge
in white splendor
to
decay
to
dust
to
scatter
around
and
around
by the
whistling
of robins
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by the whistling of robins
we are in a circle now a
circle within a sphere made
of globes
there is a line
in space
between
unfeeling atoms
and all that is you
how is this so?
that from unfeeling atoms
comes you?
the answer is in the line
in the middle of the middle
underneath the underneath
inside of the outside of the
inside and over the underneath
into the middle of the middle
go there
and find nothing
not a sound
not a picture
not a memory
not a moment
not a poem
not a fly on the window
find nothing there
and know
same
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this is you and
this is me
standing by the river
in the shadow of
steel and smoke
in the rich green dirt
in the auburn snow
with the dead fish
and the smell of life
gone south
by the river
with the slow moving squirrels
and the singing timeclocks
in the black grass
in the glass and blood
with the acid jelly skank
run ramshod over the meadow
the smell of life
is an ugly rose
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let me smell you
my love
bury my face
in your neck and arms
and taste the salt sweet
flavor of you
my love
my love
hold me touch my
hair
touch
my hair
touch it
my hair is soft
do you remember?
let me hold you with my eyes
may i?
please.
see inside me
where my heart is
see me there
see me in the sound of my heart
can you hear it?
i know you.
let me tell you that i know you.
i know who you are.
though you have been many faces
i see you there
in blue cool sheets
in summer tornadoes
in silver shimmering sky ships
in bottles of cherry wine
and
even with my eyes closed
even with my eyes closed
even with my eyes closed
i see you there.