the seated body
rose from the mind
tasting a cool light
and watching the shadows of voice
locked behind obscured replications in book
a feeling sunk to bone
a voltage going along wall to wall of water
where sea urchins tumble in delay
put on land by back and hand
piling story on top story
around them,
civilization unfolds
a comb of song and skin
the limitless air
blows my curly hair this way and that
lightness of time and thunder of heart
to seek the color of fruit
and feel the pulse of plant
the body gives way to truth
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