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In memoriam Steve Mason, soldier poet


the disembodied
painted faces of the inner air
the stone voice speaks
the whorls upon waking weep
the swamp of singing reeds
the growing world
turns to listen
time
delirious with eternity
sleeps on
there is no answer

in the winter sun
birds are thinking
they do not reply
I have returned
from a long journey
I have changed

the end and the beginning
stir and separate my thoughts
it is noon at my place on earth

from HAPTIK POEMS


XXXIV -
stars hollow out

stars hollow out          
a night's thought     a remarkable         

resistance occurs   

tubes of air are force-fed
into your mouth

you're more of a conundrum     an itch
under the eyelid

*

after the summer squall          
                                         
a sundial

warms to your hands & you stroke
its blade     stroke the slide of rain     

on bruised roman numerals       

you push your shadow
into the scar of an old keyhole





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