jim we are in our bones

as holy, negotiable. timing the place
between flame. between the light
clicking on in our mouths,
as the sun

we are not yet getting to, we have arrived
at love. the fevers coalescing, the brilliance
behind the eye, that holds us

as we walk a part, the third & hovering
mass above us knows no thing, no truth
bends our faces,
skies. makes what is beautiful.
though the flower does not come up from soil
to our hand, blooms in heat, in hard rain, blooms
colossal. as beneath the shirked body,
that glistens, fat & unwanted
in the heart a jewel passes unknown to us.
yet we are whole.
in our bones we are, in our large ache.

09/21/2002

Posted on 09/21/2002
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