How then
To find myself
Under the dried
Cracking
Vertebrae of a vengeful god
Bleached by the sun
Worn by wind
Its edges carved by the sand
Itself, staring off into the void of knowing
Myself, staring into the sands – counting
The indentations in the silica
Where the fire from his claws had cooled

How then to match the tree
Limb for limb
Through rain
Through snow
Through time
Learning of it
That it speaks in ways to deceive the human ear
And in so doing gives its meaning unto the winds
So as to rush its purpose to the world

How then
To walk alone
Wordless
To speak alone with a high, pale orb
Rested beyond the clouds
Beyond my reach
And it turns its back to its own darkness
While I walk willingly in the midst of mine
Desiring not the answer
Having ceased to breathe life into the question




-Bliss is knowing that it is unimportant to know-


How then
To stand at the edge of time
And of life
As sand and water
Prayers as hot as stars
These I send outward
White wings and heavy waters
Both needing the depth and the dark
The cool of the spray
The salt in the air
The next wave,
the next wave,
the next life

It’s the straws that come first
those ungainly sticks
and aft time,
- through mind and hope and vision –
Wings
White wings
Tips bent slightly into the waters
That gave them life
And need of oil
So that they would shine back the light of their creation
The fire of their trials
And the distance of their origin
White wings at the birth of the sea
Carved in time and memory
As a statue brought forth from the dark
Into the light, like a spark against ivory
Into the mind
As a grain of knowing
That will not be ground to powder
So that it might be forgotten, no



Time bends
Unto itself
So as to never
Forget
Itself


How then
Will those bones be?
In still contemplation…
And the lizards come
to heat their scales on white vertebrae
-The broken back of a vengeful god-
The hawks perch and pick red strands from between their talons
Two eyeless orbits stare out forever
Each half-filled with sand like tears





White wings in the Sea of the Sun



White noise when all dreams are done

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