Sunday, August 12, 2012

I JAR

smack on the crust of our planet.
shimmying doesn't help me walk
off the mountain. trotting
that blisters my digits unmindful
but carries me.
i could quote 'the adamant' only
by quoting the entire.
mouthing around the dry pit
of the peach.
another era made from learning words
where the words are
felt understandings of song phrases.
pouring slowly and forming
an encasement of cave particles
around my face and below my face
and under my face and in my face
and over my face
and in place of my face.

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