whales and wolves

you are here, and not here:

 

fly-swimming over deep

caverns and continents;

 

pack-running through the

wood-keep of your ancestors.

 

i am there, and not there:

 

scouring for seed sounds in the

caves best made for shouting.

 

the echoes know the truth;

they have been here before:

 

ma, da, wa, ka

ma, da, wa, ka

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hands down

we are out of time ,

 

inside this anatomy

anachronism .

 

on the outside , the

wind tunnels

 

persist : digging away at

our cells ,

 

hunting those

seven years .

 

you have the right to remain silent :

 

to triangulate temple , tendon ,

tomb ;

 

spirit whipping

through .

honor system

if i have to die

being hunted,

being chased and cornered and cut –

i want it to be

at the behest

of an animal:

a lion, bear, wolf, shark;

by the sharp eyes and teeth

of something hungry,

something in need,

something that can’t know

greed or hate

or how to ameliorate

my pain.

hallowed

winter is a

sly fox

 

running over

masks of

ice fields

 

summoning

rough-spirit

winds and

bandwidths

 

chlorophyll cooling

within moon

struck sticks

 

and far below the

countervailing

gravity

 

a hairless human

 

ice fishing for

obsolescence

 

in argillaceous

spaces