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Recurring Dream Island

March 2004
 
 

5 March 2004
 

Yes, still:  I wish you—prescience.
 

Predicates
 

Temper the haste of the too-willing spirit
inside you that overbreathes feverish waste
in the swelter of palely relentless unfear of
the sighed inmost places that seem to foretaste
sheer disaster too vivid on tongues intermingled
too tightly to tell us—apart—discerned truth—
how to burn bright delirium passed amid singing—
how words are live worlds raining starlight for sooth.
 

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14 March 2004
 

Love’s Holy Lies
 

We wove the thoughts of the river’s turning
together with night on a moonlight bed
that lay solemnly crossed with long living words we
made eerily shine once the blue flames spread
from the silken sheet of clear water through the
silence of outer wide-set eyes.
Come let us reweave them now who view that
moonlight and sound love’s holy lies.
 

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22 March 2004
 

Under a Lettered Touch
 

Caught Moon-fire, you shine under leaves softly whispered
of pale green transparencies written in veins
down the dream where they read you aloud.  Come untwisted
in layers in strange air as petals like rains
bearing deep singing syllables, cadenced emergencies
leading by subtle degrees to a field
ringed with further trees, drench us with dream-released purpose
you realize, loved one, by reading its yield….