it’s more round than narrow
more deep than wide
my ears ringing without the sound
just the pressure
whorling
inside
i imagine a stone pathway through
some desert-like land
but we’re not in the desert
we are in a forest of snow
just like in the photograph
that told us we were there
once
that one
in black, blue and white
ink
the one we leapt towards
from our backs
time traveled to
without knowing about
time
I keep thinking this is meant to keep me honest
the fur around my neck and
the taste of metal
there is a field around the field
and i live at the center
it is always in this medium of exchange
between lush and barren
that the gate is visible
but the sky isn’t
or the other way around
uncovering the truth is not an option
yet
its dense foliage
out of season
leaving our ancient bodies to
an ancient winter
the dances are kinetic kaleidoscopes where steps spin into wildness the dances are
kinetic kaleidoscopes where steps spin into wildness the dances are kinetic
kaleidoscopes where steps spin into wildness the dances are kinetic kaleidoscopes
where steps spin into wildness the dances are kinetic kaleidoscopes the dances are
a stone pathway
leading to a door
we agreed that we wouldn’t stay here
that we would make a home for ourselves
but never stay
the smell of rain
until i let go of finishing things
and take the bread out of the oven
there is sex in the air
but i’m lost somewhere else now
not sure if it has happened or
will happen
i look again and
see that I am on the outside while others
are living in
i make it your fault
again
but want our being
naked to fix everything