the
natural history of the
body is known. hidden within its
own
bones are the
texts of its
origins. there
glitter the
jewels of time. gold
explosions of lite. deep &
blooded.
it flows, the
body. is a
river that carries
the seed from
the
mountains. is its own seed & delta. growing, it is a
vine that strangles. there are no limits to it.
flexible
&
timeless, it washes away the edges.
not to be grown,
it discovers itself. reaches & opens,
hungry. a
mouth or
hand. it
gestures, a
tree. it diminishes
lite, cuts
bone into
prismed fragments, twitches, a
bird.
the
body is a
body of
murder, a
dance.
it reads its own song.
it has no
face. a
woman, a
man. a
grave & a
voice.
the mystery of the single eye.