Walk out into the first world, exhale into the sphere that reckoned this random scattering of tall grass into the field. Be received. Hail the wild geese and wish the ducklings well. It is morning and the fitful dreams are rinsing out into the one reality within the seen things.
When you read a poem you may not always understand, but it understands you. It is up ahead and down around. It is windows that open and doors that close. It is solid ground and a rug pulled. It is the engenderer and it is the killer. it is a word, when spoken, bats fly […]