Sometimes when the sea
is a calm occasion, and a
wind ripples in an unbroken
away.
I pause, and see salt poured
upon untold wounds--thereupon
diving in head first.

With animal pull
nothing and everything
eat through their dividing
line, till they
become one another.
If by now exhausting
one another, they
become inexhaustibly
one--which would you
favor in kind, having
mind to discriminate?
That is, which comes to
mind first?
Will you be righted by
the right answer, wronged
by the wrong answer?

This place,
describes
what finds
you, as if changed
by hands
hard with place.
Love is a body
of work...
feel.

We spend a lifetime
as the living intensity
of what bore us here.
A comet unstrung...
its note come to a head.
The fore came-to full of fare,
holy-hushed.

Salmon kiss
a river twice upon
its running cheeks,
over and again...
till turned upon,
as if hit by an avalanche
from a peek to be thrice
blessed.
Countercurrent,
concurrent
agon of salmon...
upon their side, still with ascent.

Who are these men and women
that move as the ends of earth--
raving stiff, sweet, bitter serums
of truth?
From their common manner a
prodigal bleeding has begun--
all the elements that eternally
knotted them now drain.
Their full significance squints
at its rise and shine, as meaning
is placed and trapdoors open.

Van Gogh
was blinded
by light...
so he drew
holy braille.