June 21, 2011

For Fors Fortuna...



antigone,antagonize



lionize the sheep
always get eaten
lambs woven
into the tall grasses
outreach water
where roots
shorten their hold
trade the comfort
of a worn home
for the strongest grip 
and tightest leash
on memory
that can keep quiet
 near where spun gravity
slips by unseen
never staying
past the turn
or careen
to a moment
all ready
lionized
with lying eyes
the sheep
burn and rise
blinded
beaten
and reprised
each lick
the wind
peels against
the sin
sweetens her skin
furthering
fathering
 the daydream
leaning in
ripening
in the dark
holding time
in a jar
fireflied
again

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