Thursday, July 16, 2015


long-hole, penetrated open mouth

closing at night

opening for animals
and if animals are, then animals
are alive, and if alive,
animals be wild
and if i know them as well as
i know myself,
i too am alive and wild.

peaked through one eye, seeing

frozen in time
like crucified prophet-folk
light around, which is a bolt

dancing sprites or
a riverboat in turbulence or the
bold elusiveness of truth

i go into something else, all bitten up
and point my finger

to the wanderings of night-
frost-born spiritspeak, made
of me without body, i
yearn to hide and too to be
looked for!

someday i will part my own
sea too.