The rising hills
and the sinking hollows
fill cavernous veins, rest
in her caress,
With eyes wide, choose
but limit your liking
What you take must return
to the cleaved earth
Come close you said
I tried.
Can you return
when the horn cries?
Notan of yay and nay
give and gather
You fill my orbed
eyes. I wrap in your web
The disappearing pieces
gouged from my skin
wrinkling the road
we follow, a hollow
Rupturing the smooth globe
ripening fruit
Hanging above
my outstretched palm, ready
to fall. Yes, you say
Eliding nos
Softening the
sharp edge of en. Dizzy
ing spin. Cleave to the earth.
Root your fingers
in fatty loam
dig your feet deep to where
you come, long trailing roots
breaking the rock
Call me by name
the rivers of passage
Where I am
neither here nor there
and they are also another
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