fingers stroke where speech breathes
to where smells migrate
and yawns and stirs the lover
with infant’s eyes on a date with night
draw passion into syringe
stab into mind
and hew the tourniquet
thy bosom
the sun
flash flood
then drought in soporific beam
seeking cracks in brightness
romantic fissures conquering ambition
that other lives
fabrications like diverse repeating decimals
might be liv’d
translating “where I am”
how she might
despair
fantasizing
great flocks
of dust mold’d
with space
to a clay
ever confusing
and reidentifying
I’m born
I live
I die
(suppos’dly)
Something’s before
during
and after
me
(suppos’dly)
but
of myself a part
has always been
I
of Everything
or is Everything
Me?
for Now
…perhaps
cultivating
dreams of rainbow petals
yesteryear’s keepsake to bear
of cloudless blues
the fruits to inspire
of their own dreams
and bless tomorrow’s trees
with laughter
loujen haxm'Yor 