Unique each night

the heart in the hand,  with no neck

you  travel the world in an echoing suit

a flavor in garments of living waters

crushing the sepia moon of the dead.

A walking which is a standing still

without sunflower tombs among the stars

one foot root and the other cloud

the eyes heart word thing the hands animals

in their Forrest of hands.

And among ravens cripples and instruments

your fist on the mountain of being only one.

Awake even though you’re sleeping

explication of the word man

in the human place

where everything is in doubt.





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