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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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The sound

   Vaporizing harmine
  & harmaline all
blue and green

  We’d speed up
 pitch tempo and time
every night

   The powdery taste
  of their cherryish
boiling points

      The agents
     isolated
    from esphand
   to ward
  the evil
 eye

Of our time

   Who knocks
  on the door
 that hasn’t burned
the acrid seed

  I could
 feel myself
unlatching

   There at the crux
  of my departure
 was the potato-gun-like
sound

  This was all
standard procedure

   The cylindrical THWONK
  of something launching—
 something exploding—
beyond loud—

  Letting go
 into a crescendo
of lifetimes

  Awakening
 to a roulette
of new beginnings

Again and again