Old Growth
"Trees stay outside one's thought"
--Robert Creeley
A forest grows between us
Metaphors other inadequacies
Trauma bound when a wild
Mole the world was
Blind as such and silent
I touched you there
Then swelled now dimpled
So the forest fell to sleep
And saw its double there
It saw its double there spelling
All the alabaster to come
The feathers of down
The feathers loved ones
Chasing this course
Cleaving this caesura's course
The forest is a tendency
A force of things in history
With a little "h" enactments
And powers if Lear
Could have just ceased gravity
If naturans could have its way
Grace would say farewell
Farewell farewell the forest dispersed
All force the forest solved
In disappearance
We would lay down to bed
And the world and breath would sleep
The breath would forget
Kissing you
Animals laying
down
to bed in dow
n
animals without
history crying re
al
tears no there
is real feeling we h
ave names
the forms of our built a
nd broken
belief O interior recede
risk antecede zip
promise to recover me
So the forest fell to sleep
And saw its double there
It saw its double there sp
elling
All the alabaster to come
The feathers of down
The feather's loved ones chasing
Caesura this course
The forest is a tendency
A force of things in history
With a little "h" enactments and
Powers if Lear could have just
Ceased gravity if naturans
Could have its way
Grace would say farewell
Our bed disappears
But we remain
In metaphors forest confiding
Our coming allegory.
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