Lore They will rasp like some dying in bed-- and choose motion and pause like divining shells. You will foot through the dusk's wing of purple pines, and eye the white flares of tails: Here, free a tangled song for all impermanence. At this moment, a maple leaf might discover the current-- loop fiery, a sudden sacrament. You mount each of these shed scales on your wall as a memorial-- devotion in dessicated veins and collapsing boxes of general cells-- as the body twists back-- as the body gestures to recollect what was, and will be, forgotten. October, 2005
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