Bellows

25 Jun, 2016

What I desire
are the knowledges
of deep places.

The fast notes
of the brass flute,
cold and dry.

Like tusk and moon,
granite and stem,
pollen and polyp.

Make a hard thing
against my skin.
If I will not let things go

Then show me
they are not enough
– what I cling to –

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