Wednesday, December 14, 2011


In this moment,
the world around is a perfect space.
The hot point inside you
and the cold point there
balanced with the hot and cold points
the universe around.

As this happens,
you rip and run naked down streets and alleys.
This you do stretching toe and heel,
transforming asphalt with your foot fall,
splashing through sea foam stroking your soul.

You stride this way,
whip arms swinging,
shoulders like easy oil,
greasing, flinging you through damp and distance.

The darkness divides for you,
stampeding by,
bearing new secrets.

Like racehorses and hound dogs,
your nostrils throb and grasp
every scent,
your own, the moist surround,
all the exuberant plants of the night.

You are hailed,
you are summoned,
you are called
to this exquisite place.

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