deeper than lungs
drum skins tuned
to the coldest mic
green arc of a frog leaping
through curved glass floors.
Light broken on ragged shores
where the flame in my hand goes dancing
forests hollow in symmetric reflection
glades open to the wolf
who knows the circuit master
throwing five fingered pines
and birches to earth
a birth cried out
in regrown magnolia
kudzu's crawl born in the thicket
born in the vine of life
clawing through my veins.
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