what causes a smile
in the dark
to rise again
is it repeatable almost(s)...
mighty gravity
and orbital masses
celebrating themselves
as if being celestial-ity
were something more
than observable points
and map-able references...
to orienteer
the nearby(s)
I surrendered my humanity
to be part
of the land,
seas and sky...
my knees bent
down mud covered, seeking
a personal religion
a free formed fetal position-ed craned neck
getting fervent
early elliptical
starts to
my routine...
I wanted to know why
there were vesper empty
seed bird songs
why some grocery bags
never fill...
a warm scratch fever pervades
bubble and spit ambulatory modern humankind
here in the northeast of America
we are March pre ide
November tannin floor relief ghost structured
ritualized by afterglow seep and dank give away(s)
like daylight through an odd warm leafless reach
into evening and those paying attention...
the poem always wants to go
where my fingers used to be
where it knew the scents
bouquet calling
lips, tongue, torso,
arms and legs too
where it memorized how
the mad math
made me feel
when I was
lying back where
words used to be...
EJR ©
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