Monday, November 6, 2017

poem

Watch the muons with me
crash through the pyramid
of the heart

with the same amount of spin as matter
these same shadows
with their powerful girls' voices.

What drifts through
the forms of matter’s mind
drifts through the heart as names

or whatever comes after that
wrapped in luminous mists
low across the water
in order to meet the sun.

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