Saturday, February 5, 2011

Absolute (Joshua Tree)




The sun conceives ground


curled north enough


to move stars


longitudes that must


be plod alone.


Each left stroke


ignites summer


swells the sky.


The air


a benediction


of immutable days


questioned.


Calm ignites


transparency.


Wholeness is chosen


then remembered


fluid.


Words lie


past care


altogether


so we are silent


and sacred


and solitary


on the rocks.

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