i.��the gospel

���eyes close against sharp light
of a star that tells/knows too much �
��������������occluded
��������musicbox sun cues in the birds
���one at a time, in ragtime overlappings

this unbroken moment held closer than a lover,
����or i�m the one broken, add -gasm
to any word, it makes it about
�����������sex
��better, my flickergasm, shadowgasm
����������chick-a-dee-dee-dee-dee
����closer
������������������to what matters

ii. to go where the light is longer

fog slip shimmying into ��

�������no transformation
����������������no bump into a hengestone
����no jump to a valency where
������������you hear your own bones

��still, you hear the distance

�����������a blackbeach bonfire roasting;
breadfruit ripped apart, dipped in seawater

we're arranged like sugared fruit in a bowl,
������i�ve played house
����������������long enough, dear


iii.��in the end

the same path i walk down
�����in search of contraries � each time �
�������������something else
���quantum differences or antediluvian
��������beginnings

�wavelengths shorten into blues
���������a day, an hour, a ghosting
into long, long lengths of fall bittersweets

���������a cold stillness when
�����������������whites overwhelm
������but at this latitude,

��i�ll breathe again
����������������go where the light is longer

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ERWA Sept. '03