Tuesday, March 23, 2010

No Water

Every pore
on certain nights
only that art— Thou

and each of us
become awakened
too, imaginally

and contemplative
more and more
Steven’s necessary angel
like the old moon of yore

root upon itself
and of itself
participates again
in nature here

a way to live
the image held
like the god
or goddess

first beheld
a truth
not a human one
loosened in the seem

is the bridge between
what they said and did
nothing to imitate

no water
that art— Thou

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No Water stephanie pope
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