flock

a long stem of pulse_picture2

in the late, late heat of summer

crickets click their last relief-song.

 

when i wake from wise dreams

i will be a stranger to myself,

 

toddling this globe-head around —

filling it with forgetfulness

 

and random etchings: love, war,

electrocutions, flesh-colored candles —

 

asking to be filled with wine,

begging to be drunk.

 

just being alive

is a liability.

 

it used to be so simple;

it used to be seven white cranes

 

stretching in a parade, lifting their slender

necks against the blue-green blade.

 

to truly attend to

this

 

is pain: all you see

is a long stem of pulse.

a long stem of pulse_picture

-photographs by sergio mora

 

 

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