I'll walk in moonlight
Take the burden of that ownership
From the slender necks of --
And let them stand straight
Reaching for --
All I've unnamed will unblame Eve
For good and evil,
For birthing us into a world
Of Bombs and Babies
Of Earthquakes and Breezes...
For expelling us from the confines of Eden
From the safety of Eden
How we cried to lose Eden
The naming lost our Eden.
In unnaming will come unownership
The unnamed, unburdened by words,
Will sing universal
Will pray without ceasing
Will know the eternal ...
Answering, I am that I am that I am,
And in this act
To spin the world,
To Write a Poem
You go back, time travel
Make the world go still,
You roll up small,
The world inside is large enough
To hold it all.
Smallness writes itself huge
In a field where dreams form reality
(The true order of things);
November forms in tall weeds browning;
Combined dreams of children
Come there evenings,
Held in mist until
The sun believes itself into morning.
Keep your pen still
As reality offers a twisted similarity;
If you mean it - - hide
Seek a hidden way;
Gain entrance through old dreams;
Nuance of indirect sunlight - -
A wind whisper - - a cold November.
Spiders desperate for hiding
Seek silent spaces in tall weeds browning;
Words pause themselves,
Preparing to winter-over.
Find one of the children you were,
With that wisdom trancending
All you've since learned;
Aim at chill air and evening;
Family waiting a woodsmoke away;
Aim at prolonged endings of evening,
(inside light windows, it is already night).
The spider has waited too late;
You wait only enough;
You aim at keeping, with words,
What you never meant to lose.
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