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My name is in a language I
locked in my lack of comprehension
My room drifts on the night
I feel the water under the boards
I direct the light with two
one in each hand
My face, always backwards
My body, a glove I wear
to protect myself from hasardous elements
I rasp my face with caloused
shudder under the warm shower
stand up to meet the day.
inhales and rises
dissolving the rushes
leaving the bobbing seed heads
to be engulfed, swallowed last
the plane rises - under it swirling
above, the wind vibrates
still the river rises, without words
or breath, it rises -
touching the crevices of the tree bark
it reveals them as columns
with frayed - exploded ends
one above, one perfectly below
the river rises -
as it runs through my waist
into my back - out of my stomach -
rising again it touches my nipples
blowing my hair in fish dances.
Rising, the sun and
silver and gold mirrors of it, and it rises.
Sister, there on high
in the grasses with golden heads -
like seas - swelling - I tell you of
the river - that is flooding - that
will reach you, even as you stand
on dry ground, brown earth imprinting your soles.
The river pulls - emptying
the eddying pools
dislodging the stagnant waters
As soon as you can receive me
it will surround you - even where you
The cocoon, of paper
and string - and
plastic bags - winds itself ever tighter
layer on layer condensing, constricting
It takes nothing to pop it
a child's index finger, poking -
the smallest breeze
the tightness - is suseptible to all
triggers - and it tightens -
look forward to the burst and the birth
and the beginning - when the tight package - radiates itself into
sister, come here to the dry land
with the raging river
I will sink you in it
and you will move - and you will see
the ocean and you will lap the
edges of the continents
your blue skin lit by stars -
your face turned to the center.
Rise, into the clouds
- fill the valleys
flow into the lowlands -
touch the reeds - pull them under
circle the trees.
22 fev. 1995
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