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Borderlands

It’s the first time
you realize
you’ve been born—
you were becoming—now
you’re being—

It’s the crossfade
of your memory—that one
time—you can’t discern
now—was it just
your imagination—

It’s the one dream
where it’s made to be seen
so clearly—
like an epiphany—
or an emotion—

It’s the fever
that comes over you—seeks
to mend you—takes you
somewhere else—
does it boil—
or does it burn—

You slide down
the neck—you feel for
where the waves start
wobbling—you put your
palms up—index to
the thumb—

It’s the medicine—
do you remember
your initiation—
did you take it
into your hands—what does
healing—mean
to you—

It’s the practice—
the moments of mastery
that reflect the mystery
infinitely—

Does it pluck at you
like a string—does it
drone—does it chime
like a bell—does it echo 
when I do this—

It’s the death—
like falling—
or the death
like flying—

It’s tomorrow
where intention
calluses—it shines in wait—
tomorrow—you will
surrender—



August fog

Who was it
          that called your name
    thru the open window
                   in the dawn attic
                before anyone was awake

her voice
       came from the forest
   behind your grandfathers house
                that he built hairknuckled
            where the moose appear
                        at the end of the road
                    named after him

sawing cars in half
             piecing them together
       as one
                          that held carcasses
                    and prospered

you thought
        they were playing
     tricks on you

some would say
           it was just a memory
       of your mother
              you had a fever
           like always you
                  were burning up

it was all a dream
   is what they always said
but you knew then as you
        know now we
     were both right
               together

The edible notion

stroking blue cobwebs
from a beard I found
stepping through a thick
brick wall

one atom detaches from my
heart and peels through
slick ribs,
becoming the smoke, the room just
evaporates and clicks
open a chest

kudzu crawls from a tattooed wrist,
tribally knocking over a mummified
Bufo,
dancing with gravity’s
triangular nape

After Life
For I

and I

and I

The dream (inner ear)

Never recognizing
the faceless shadow
that stands beside me
in a dim dream
of some bazaar
looking down at this
gold watch
with a ship
sailing northwest
on my wrist
thinking I will not purchase this-
then it begins

A loud electric surge
pulls me undertow
a speechless soaring
weight
tearing me down;
I will not go

Your name
releases me
to this life
we fell into

My love
is the anchor
that sinks me
to the bottom
of the deep dark sea

Harvest

The fall
upon us
brings the haunt
of lurching spirits
severed at the stalk
escaping and precipitating
out of our goosebumps.

Wave farewell to the summers frequency
bacterial-viral-atomic
excitement is dwindling
as the fungus rises.

Out of nowhere the hearing
in my left ear gives out
and rings a high octave C note
which fades out slowly
into the spinning electric hissing
of tinnitus.

Somewhere above this layer of grey mist
they crossed a cobra with a pumpkin vine
flaring out from the sun and reaching.

Before I returned from the delineated depths
I was staring at the aurora borealis
deflecting above some city flowing through me.

Then I wondered if it would all come together
underneath the harvest moon waxing
right before it did.

Medianoche niebla

A fog rolls into the hollow.
“I want to take you away for a while-
back to the dilated nothing
from which you came.
Or maybe we can shine
through your memories
hung dangling wet electric candelabra
neuromeat prism crystalline.”

And so cast through the allocations
of collective memory
lights the restless simulation

the dream

the utter epitome and reflection
of this persistence.