leave me never in less limbo
than now,
under horizon pole room to spare,
articulate
w/eye touches
that care
to be mine
harbor gently always
in my moorings,
life of my love
a new sky yawning
as one clears the bar from the downside of "get it?"
:inspect: respect
w/abandon
give us all you got
to crown the totem,
sideways hung martyr.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
she who watches
she who watches wears no watch
and will use monsters of swirling deep currents
to oil the rocky cogs
with sightseer's search for great photos
grinding pink life into
a White River so called
from mt.hood it cuts like crack or butter,
turgid
fevered
power incarnate
creator that eats camera chimeras
born of glaciers,
wreathed in writhing
desert sagacity
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