63.
Don’t go to it wait till it comes
harvest in springtime summer will be
wet
we hid in caves because caves are
most like ourselves
impenetrable far dark dangerous and
wet
being there we could be safe from
ourselves
a new mind in an old place
we lick the place with fantasy alone
quick shadows on the ceiling nothing moving on the floor
metallic aftertaste you sucked a leaf
of rain
copper in the blood sunshine
headaches too
we are the other kind we live beneath
you
the highest thing we think is
somebody else.
64.
Great shapely white bells on the
stalk tall as a woman who?
But the rainbow understands such
things heavy heavy
but do we deserve what of course you
do the moan or muffin
I walk over water as you walk over
fire
close to being afraid but love the
vista
wanted to offer you intricate syntax
Brownian movement never at peace and
even
melodic resolutions suspended over
the abyss
exaltations yet to come, confuse us
great Egyptian energy the neters
that were axes
stand by the river that was once a
human spine
but what a woman! the whole of
Africa.
