now is air and
being human
speech
and so it isn’t small (when
at first delicate
signs of life) we
speak into being what
doesn’t exist
word, not bone
thunder or
magic seed
but great blue-green
sweltering miracle
because all life is
assembled as
wreckage
explodes first, then
radiates its
nearness like the sun
mind in a skull-box
mind as an open ring
two eyes looking too
closely at satellites
first failed
bridge to another life
not gods, but
apparitions
not teeth, but
stone
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This is excellent. I love the title, and your use of images.
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Thank you so much. I always appreciate your comments, Bob. I hope you are well.
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You’re welcome.
I’m okay. Just some writer’s block that doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to go away.
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Ah, I understand. 🙂 I’ll look forward to reading more of your wonderful poetry when the time is right.
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Dont delete this blog 🙂 ever keep going
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Thank you, Advaita. I won’t. 🙂
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