Tuesday, May 24, 2005
BORNE
down to the maryhouse
bone weary
slaked her thirst in the river running
blue water blue electric
courage does not glow in the dark
she said: withered:
only love — blue cup to her lips.
a dawn filled, a dawn cracked,
these were her moorings
this her disarray.
out of shambling fire
nether dripping / darkest gloom /
body spent. down to the green water
even the grasses were weary
this tree shall stand
gnostic fire
frozen trace
bearers set free.
