survivalist
instinct
I
am an early mammal
I
am what lives past midnight
I
am water playing all the parts
I
am tap root theater brain lock belief systems
I
incur costs keeping reason at bay
I
am the hard perch
I
am the branch Autumn wants to die on
I
am what blood gathers
I
am those energy pooled hollows
and
in streams beneath
the
sound of dead velvet
I
am leaves that have already fallen
and
those that only sound
like
they have but still cling
to
the memory of the Sun
like
rust left wanting an iron life too
I
am crept quiet joy
I
am October in the temperate forests of North America
I
am the fluid shifts of seasons in the trees
I
am the counter clockwise cyclonic flow of low pressure
I
am weather making water without ego, without love
I
am the ways we predicate our movements
I
am each tightened grip loosening something
in
exchange for another piece of you
I
am notes written down
I
am the witness who seeks a mark
to
hunt mirrored shadows
I
am why you are throwing roses on stage
I
am the applause that always rains
a
please in the maple leaves
I
am giving the finger
to
the base numeral guidance
that
rolls divinity
into
a three card monty game
I
am your eyes
when
they aren’t fast enough to keep up
I
am why you should listen with your nose
I
am the decay of a soul and
I
can happen to you too
I
have no need to pay any more attention
or
to the direction of which way
you
bleed out on the crosswalk
when
my car comes and careens
twisting
my metal to your flesh and
with
you out of your cage for a moment
you
begin to swear in slower and slower heartbeats
you
even think you hear me say
I
may never be clever enough for god
but
I am clever enough
to
run over you
EJR
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