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Beyond life and death

I lick the nurse,

secret flesh of everywhere:

take Being where it wants to go,

skin’s insatiable hermeneutic.

But still

death with its endless advice

voices that would disturb me

kibitz on the mount;

as if the weather could be altered

even as it languaged in the stones.

Your hand was a stylus

then something I call letters

mother, father

something burning on the hill.