it stands unseen above and up up high filling all it stands below in touch with all in view of all full with that which above below soars high lies low it stands on edge of clouds made of song of structure pregnant soil it looks it sees two curves of life in circled arms two fountains of song immersed above below it breathes life and then up up high on ground full with that which fills i me feel above encircled by it i am born full of that which lies high soars low unseen below in full view up above in me.
May 14, 2010
untitled, first poem, ca 2000
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