Roads disappear
Into umbral expanses,
And half lying
In corpulent darkness,
I grasp your body.

I am a child
Between spheres.

Your members,
Above Juniper silhouettes,
Bring forth evocations
And visions.

Drawing backwards,
Anamnesis in immature eyes,
I behold cities
Glowing beneath us,
Extending flowers of fire
Beyond the plane’s wingtips,
Drawing farther still
I wake to see horses
Standing asleep,
The starlight so bright
I hold heaven and earth
In both hands.

I was made for questions
And spirits.
And now,
Before your
Flung figure,
Sand strewn across
Infinite obsidian,
Holding within me
Mystery and eternity,
I am cast upward.

-August, 1998

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