poem 16 of a poem a day for 2012

is destiny a dense thing?
(a mirror poem)


I live just
inside a Goldilocks
zoned hewn subdue
in an orbital inclination
of what luxury weaves
with what weights time
in the wade-sated
masses on their volume knees
to their needs
in whip-sawed accretions
in slung marbled dust eased-ins

from the biggest littlest
thing ever imagined
exploding a
myriad of
madnesses
mandalas
that tie knots
from sandy locks
rusted completely open

eventually
in the siren-songs
that gravity kelp-sings
with all the undulations
that desire-key from
signed sines to cosines from
single-cells to the divines

we cast our shadow
blinds that the
northern lights
already know
as the tides
to be true
already know
what tines needs
what pieces flesh
what part lips
when we dine
on free-will
and noodle-slurp
what spills about
you and me
crawling
indigo to ivy
sentinel-ing
all the silhouettes
that bridge
between the bleed
and the blue

EJR(c)