THRESHOLD OF THE EYES

In the feathered form which is joy
as it soars stillness of true space
to induce gasps and melt metallic objects
using the pendulum

by making roads without seeing
dry lake or the shadow of a single future

plant life toward the poles pure white bats of the valley
over the inland seas a violet green swallow
opening from the chest wall
into the spinning of the moon

high, lighted buildings
this deep red energy

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