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 Jul 2016 Christine Ueri
Onoma
Your porousness
easily kicks the
light in and out
of atoms.
I seem to fall at
your feet, the way
a wave transfers
its travail to the
stasis of sand.
You personally
saw to it...I fall
in love with my
impersonality.
My dear Lord,
you always want
more for me.
this
from the angel
raising
a zebra
 Jul 2016 Christine Ueri
Onoma
As the first
rigid ripple
of a raindrop,
why-why-why-ing
water...and the
poured blood of
a bloom upheld--
the Whole places
its fingertip upon
your most silent
spokenness.
Keeps it there...
till release forgets
the fingertip.
a woman places my hand in the stomach of god

as fire
the stickman’s
barber
betrays
my hair
The day is sated,
night's stomach thunder-rumbles
in satisfaction.
 Jul 2016 Christine Ueri
mike dm
i look at her
and she is goddess 
loop and knot 
 
i look away
and she's ocean sky flow
breather of this breath 

i look within
and i am at her feet
removing her sandals 

i look without
and i'm depth ebb
space silenced
dm micklow
part
sign-language

the centaur
attends
the mermaid’s

crucifixion...

some of my hair

was cut
for being
blind

some of it
became

a scarecrow’s
purse
i.

dusk melts into walls
and corners,
the sun begins to dip,
below the earth
little islands of
light and shadow.

ii.

the light softens,
carries us towards
the sentry keeper
of the blue earth
the night’s noble
gaze.

iii.

rose-wood and indigo,
immense cloud
washed-out like
faded denim,
stars in summer’s hollowy skies.

iv.

as dark as a tinted window
the land breaks free
from the sun, dissolves
into shadows bent
into a thousand shapes
and altitudes
like softening rivers
of the mind.

v.

uncovered, the night
forgets it flowers and its
prisms, relents to magical
seas of black ink.
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