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In father’s level imagination
the persistent cries of children
finally strike against a mountain
don’t panic
I walk along the thoughts of certain trees
and turn from stuttering into song
sorrow that comes from afar
is a form of power
that I use to saw tables
some people depart for love
while a palace in pursuit of storms
journeys past many kingdoms
beyond life with
furniture, fleas beat a great drum
Daoist priests practice their ascent to heaven
youth pass down the lanes
sobbing over night’s logic
I achieve rest
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This Day
The wind is intimate with love
summer shimmers with imperial colors
someone fishing lonesomely measures
the earth’s wounds
the chiming clock is swelling
those of you strolling through the afternoon
please join in the meaning of the age
some people bow to a piano
others carry a ladder by
sleepiness has been checked for a few minutes
only a few minutes
the sun is researching the shadow
I quaff water from a bright mirror
and spot the enemy in my mind’s eye
the tenor’s singing
enrages the sea like an oil tanker
at 3 A.M. I open a can
releasing those fish into the light
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FEBRUARY
The night is rushing to perfection
I drift inside language
the musical instruments of death
are filled with ice
who sings on the crevice
of days, water turns bitter
flames hemorrhage
pouncing like pumas to the stars
there must be form
for there to be dreams
in the chill of early morning
a wide-awake bird
gets closer to the truth
while my poems and I
sink as one
February in books:
certain movements, certain shadows
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WE
scared out of our wits
carry lanterns chasing spring
scars gleam, cups rotate
rays of light are created
watch for that moment of bewitchery
a thief steals into the post office
letters send out shrieks
nails, oh nails
the words of this song will not be changed
firewood huddled closely
searching for an audience
searching for the heart of winter
the end of the stream
the boatman waits for all-penetrating dusk
someone has to rewrite love