May 14, 2010

untitled, first poem, ca 2000

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.

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