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The shadow

Who knew all you had to do was
inhibit monoamine oxidase—

Take a spoon full of seeds
as the sun sets over the dunes—

Long before us it was already done
they fell through the ceiling—

You can go to the mosques today 
see the frozen crystal clouds they left

In their voices—in the wind—in the sand
it’s still there interwoven into forever—

A desert flower that won’t stop blooming 
no matter what you say, what you do—

On the lick of an oud you repeated
these charred verses into the black moon—

You died but you kept coming back
no matter how many books they burned—

You sat by the fire of the acacia tree—
by the light of it’s sap you found us

Looking back through time there it was
the beginning, the end, all in one

Single moment you sat in circles
disappearing—singing and purging—

What the rainforests were thinking—
the jaguar lay rolling on the leaves—

And the dogs of hunters lapped up
in the darkness to see through it—

The poison arrow dart sent shimmering
at the snap of a stick into the boar—

These songs that we can see we learned
from the memories of the rooted—

Go home—ask the incarnata
for an omen tonight—see what it says


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Found a nail
                 to hang it from

I sent the water
                back from where it came

It was circulating
                    pushing in the oxygen

Flashback to when we used
                                     to spraypaint poetry

The roads that went to nowhere
                                         they ran out of money

Pouring rain and lightning
                              the smell of pussy and the shins

Acacia sap they sent back
                           in candles she said

Mountain dew and indole
                                   tiny flowers in Big Sur

They started kissing first
                      it was only natural

Blue bioluminescence in the waves
                   of the ocean in the middle of the night

There’s a light on
               out there on the boat

There’s a light on
                        in here because of me

The sparks of the tow truck
                                  Toyota camry in the air

Floor it in reverse
                    spin around in the field

You could walk under powerlines
                           forever but you shouldn’t

We loved highway 9
                       like it was our beloved

We were only tourists
                                     just like everybody else

We’d wind up in the middle of
              nowhere goin’ how we ever gonna get back