and a Moses girl is bound to appear
it turns the event over
in something sexy; there is a kind of
magic in the red, worn out setting
outside floods the west wing
wall behind my solar
hills. See that
point of disappearance
see that blind spot of decreation
see that hero’s mound behind the
screened-in house of life― i
can’t see myself letting go here;
need the wing with the
making action in the soul of red
outsider girls draw blood
to that
i.e. enliven
bleeding and beating
in the death of a totem dye
a kind of magic
is red
a turning power is the bird
gathered in all those parts (except one)
brings life with humor
to life without
unheard is the little minute
in all (h)ours; don’t mistake this
for something
emerge
©2010 Sunrise, #2 RED
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