sub-miracle
a friend to fire
outer circle
maddening rings
fiddles and blades
golden sheath
blanket, zipper, fold
not fully executed
good enough for ever
stringing together
a series of events
and making it
good enough for now
the peaceful journey
of terminal pain
endless rain
and several smoky outposts
leaving a question
where to go
never pounding
covering
coveting
making sacred
a deliverance of oils and dust
hoping to be half
counting beans and days
watching the lifeblood of trees
continue so slowly
keeping eminent time
on the backs of crustaceans
in the center of figs
squash and papaya
apples and pecans
all of life's riddles
ridding themselves of woe
the bitter seeds
slipping past each other
only grinding long after
their day has come
sometimes poison
sometimes remedy
a likeness to gold
flittering into the atmosphere
as massive shifts
take silly breaths
and wait for cue
--
6.22.08
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