radiate

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the longer you stay away,

the harder it is to return.

 

six degrees of separation

become six millenniums.

 

you take the long way home—

kicking up sun dust,

 

rust on your wheels, the

spindle of your spine

 

still turning to look back,

to keep weaving. your solar

 

plexus is on a slow-burn, couched

between your procured wings;

 

every thing is buzzing

on auto pilot

 

as you bring your ship in

through the streaks of dusk:

 

as you follow the yellow slick string

tying together this runway to infinity.

 

the leaving and the coming back is

a call and response you cannot

 

refuse—like falling on a cusped bruise:

you feel your flight from the inside out,

 

sitting cross-legged in your own sky, playing

pick-up-sticks with the long tender lines of light.

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Photographs by Joe Occhuzzio

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don’t kill the messenger

calendars & clocks
tides & aftershocks

icarus taking the sun for a walk

talismans of tenacity
keys to the magic city

atlantis meets narnia meets goldilocks

entire blocks of memory lost
to the flood of mercury

but the strangest little details come calling
come crawling out of the night

retrograde
retrorage

reasons to knife the page

everything starts sounding the same
the same the same the same

the opposite of trauma

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on this pilgrimage, i take direction from

an old blind woman:

 

she knows the bones of the city

from the times before it was a city.

 

we climb and watch the clouds

accumulate, swirl across the

sky face like a sensate clock,

 

bear witness

with our bodies

as they open in wordless

 

prayer: motion, rhythm,

breath — the things men run from.

 

we come home and place slips

of spiral paper into bead boxes:

 

let go of the worry chain.

 

call forth the abundance

of our human inheritance.

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