fields of gold

her horses are grazing in the sparkle of routine routines
as if there were no tomorrow no torque in the engine of time just a fine
sprinkle of piano and harmonium tinkling on the still warm air
that could easily slip forward or backward but stalls in neutral eternity
leaves fall from the branches but never hit the ground
her autumnal thighs mount another winter
but her eyes see starlight cascading into the snow
falling upwards
the blue snow
and the brown fields
that continue to riot
in fields of gold


for terri clark

(from) body of an animal

it is one thing to look at an image of a human fetus and to see an unfinished creature... on its way to becoming human.... it is another thing altogether to see adults as unfinished, premature, half evolved....
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i never thought i'd last this long in the body of an animal.
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i am second away from awakening
standing still in the noise like a monument to moonlight
i keep cemeteries i evaporate in a factory i left decades ago
in this zoo my body the blinds never shiver
in the silver
walls bend....
i am a second away
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