.it    could. 

could i be calm enough to yield to gravity as it pulls the sheep before my eyes   before a chink of words a thought in rage leaves the dried wood bark of my cellular chip-n-dale?

 could i be spry enough to dig a whole  to burrow through the lost dreams of   to a land unknown ?

could i thaw in your wake     disintegrate in your presence    be the trace of memory dripping down your left seeping eye?

 

 to be found in darkness      to be mangled in vain   to be drowned in your puddle of disinfectant rain

to be had on the table    in garden    or bush

to be peeled in your fingernails

my centre afoot.

 

in the legless race to the pot’s end    the rainbow tunnel is closing in again.

if you let the north-breeze blow you around     get lost in the napalm sands        and you might be found.

crumble in my arteries     fall apart in my veins

try keeping it together  you’ll fall again.

give in to the water     let it pour you down 

seep through your being  till you no longer abound.

 

through the ruins of ancient time

through the sands of original sin rises the ache of a fallen angel

she never really learnt to sing.

 

she opens her mouth, the world caves in.

tries to expunge    dissolves in the din.

the weeping violin imitates her cry

it echoes  through the sea-gull as  it goes off to die

stumps for legs   she danced around

luminosity in death   is the hallowed ground .

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