Friday, July 23, 2010



As she freefalls into the canyon/ The dive
I can hear it thumping in her mouth
She who makes alive staying/ This place/ A little easier
My muscle between her teeth/ My wild/ My bloodclock
Keeps time now in the space of her

The limestone wall/ That rose its red stone wave
As I fell/ Gripped beneath incisors/ Shrinks to prayer's pose
As the Sun/ Her great wings fan
Rise high/ Where circles made
Inside her mouth/ Flick shadows across the dust

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