WILD WOMAN RAVING

I am listening with my thin ear               All relatives talk

from a pool of illusions of sameness 

Source illusions of sameness


 You slip away

         through one of the holes in a curtain of  belief 

in sameness           and afterward          when that

 dissolves into grains of

 earth I try to remember               and recreate, 

 digging with my thin  hand

against a blinking and electronic life         force

when that substantial limit

 is not and I am breathing slowly, moving in

   an afterflash, all that remains,         will I then

not fleet, not flying not eaten nonvital



press against this sky            against this bath

    against this conformity

days and nights projected  distorting this belief

              to exit this 

        circular trajectory

beginning as I do             before your borders? 

           after suns refuge

       claimant genomes          findings, protected

  like old sets of coordinates:

tiger           marsupial wolf          saguaro  cactus

extraordinary embodiments         zombie morphic 

resonance rising from

 nonexistent plains        nonoldgrowth mosaic

will I walk

slowly

speak with no one?