Write and rewrite false matter;
torch my old belongings, the toxic past.
It’s the purification of flame
the satisfaction of flame
the flame of satisfaction.
The snow ate my dead aunt’s ring,
today.
Magic (false matter) isn’t dark
but when you climb the hill,
there’s a holy trinity.
Now dark—now glittering—
I must stray.
It’s not a threat,
only hamburger meat, false matter.
A point of transparency—renounce,
safety. Though natural,
divorced. Not a threat,
yet.
As a kiss, I must stray;
follow dry, white ribs to
where the smoke is:
fox den, treetops, puddlebank—
the purification of flame
*Elements drawn from C.D. Wright's "Song of the Gourd", Arthur Sze's "The String Diamond", Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Mont Blanc", and A. R. Ammons' "Garbage"
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PoetryLiminal living; these things are not for the weak of heart.
