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7.30

white hot mountainside

firmness of earth

I can’t forsake


I take it into me, stone by stone

accumulating heft


and I can smell the pines on you,

trees I want to climb

stripes of sunlight slashing

across my body, suffusing warmth


give me the gift you bear,

every last surface flush with everything

that crawls in peaty undergrowth—likewise,


unseen beings move all through me

as you are

Posted 08/13/18
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