sometimes skin, we think
stops world
encumbers
wind within
alertness
we are small, we think
listening
risks too much
mind wants to possess
every twirl of leaf in air
border condition: tense
must keep out
tremendous mystery
protect our
selves
redact
body
guard its banks
*
fear is old
practically a fossil
ghosts have lived in her mouth
as long as history
ice congeals eyelids
she flakes at banks we try to cross
immotility, not
wisdom
*
world of straight angles
make it linear, we learned
between angles, fall
I tried to tame
what I was
in contact with
it gushed back in my face
*
thick with forms
world
dignity trapped
in manmade
dirigible of
colonial shame
worldviews that sliver off
beingness
savage civilized
subdued from speaking
of those
others
I keep them secret
even from myself
*
skin has a million tongues
thirst
points to divine capacity
(ours)
to mingle out of
porous self
brushing my palm
on tree moss
I sense myself as knower
entangled
intuitive flash in body
moving across
no longer compressed
small
unfurled
space swept with
breath & void
rubicons darken
flit with sharp rapids
longing
what slips between
lights its mist
faces in trees nod
this, me, human
wakens
to not much else
just my rightful
place in world
fear will not
keep us
small & folded
we, who are
mysterium tremendum
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