What could be
simpler than sitting
here on a late
Autumn afternoon,
pouring a sunbeam through
the soft spot on my crown,
soaking my eyes in seeing's source,
trickling liquid luminescence down
my throat and spine into my chest,
the humble valley just beneath
my breastbone where a swell
of belly meets a torrent
of sparkling inhalation shattering
my heart into ten million stars,
the golden overflow that spills
my loins and roots my toes into
the mushroom
pulse of dark leaf
loam,
mingling, moldering my tissues, O
such willing fiber, into love's
slow silent thunderbolt,
the love of earth for sky,
the love of breath for bone,
the love of every silken glory-thread
in the woof of the Milky Way
for its chosen bead of flesh,
each
cell of my body a
grail.
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