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outside
May 8, 2009, 12:13 am
Filed under: Poems, Words, jon hassell, sounds, trophallaxis | Tags: death, Dream time, earth, fish, flamingo, night, photo, poetry, taste, trophallaxis, Words
Filed under: Poems, Words, jon hassell, sounds, trophallaxis | Tags: death, Dream time, earth, fish, flamingo, night, photo, poetry, taste, trophallaxis, Words
outside
there is a stone
the color of the evening sky
it disappears into the night
as the sound of rain
stretches into the future
a bird
a heron is fishing for his dinner
seeing through reflections
brighter than he is
for that sustaining pulse
the heartbeat
that feeds the stomach
the surgeon of the night sky
restores dead things
with the power of sound
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the perfume of the moment fades into the stench of time
When first taste
my tongue did touch
so entangled with the scent
of blossoms ripe and telluric
transfixed within the sweet
intoxication of new worlds
until a dissonant piquance
did sour my hunger
and orient my sense
towards a bitter resolve
