31:T17cf,myP, rs`Like being knit together as though to create soil: creeping, quick, the silver of me darted, grew in moonlight; and this is how I learned to drink.
I drank when it was no time to drink lava hardening and a fine ash the tiling blue and white, triangles, squares,
and the arches and collapses, the headlands and the stacks of stone; my childhood in striation.
Like (being knit together | being crushed down in my chest, ) (as though to create soil: |to create diamonds:) (creeping, quick, | so hot, this learning, this forming -) ( the silver of me darted, | the gold of me melted,) (grew in moonlight; | fell dripping around;) (and this is how I learned to drink. | and this is how I learned to walk.)
I walked out into the leaves and the spaces below the leaves and the falling through the spaces
and the arches and collapses, a process not separate from this moment of my foot finding its landing.
I went to touch the flower and a few raindrops fell. This is how I knew that it was not for me.
Like (being knit together | being crushed down in my chest, | being eroded, like a softening in my skull,) (as though to create soil: |to create diamonds:|as though to rot) (creeping, quick, | so hot, this learning, this forming -| into the layered atmosphere) ( the silver of me darted, | the gold of me melted,| the copper of me flew out ) (grew in moonlight; | fell dripping around;| along the cliffs,) (and this is how I learned to drink. | and this is how I learned to walk.| and this is how I learned to loosen. )
My loosenings, my letting-goes were never to dust. I had a hard time letting go. My trees piled up
and now there are arrows in the knobbed, broken sticks scattering these paths that point in both directions at once
I went to change the twigs but the light spun around. This is how I knew the compass.
Like (being knit together | being crushed down in my chest, | being eroded, like a softening in my skull, | silver on shells -) (as though to create soil: |to create diamonds:|as though to rot|hesitant and pale, this reaching back ) (creeping, quick, | so hot, this learning, this forming -| into the layered atmosphere| along the old paths.) ( the silver of me darted, | the gold of me melted,| the copper of me flew out |The salt of me caught,) (grew in moonlight; | fell dripping around;| along the cliffs,|connected; the crust and cool of it) (and this is how I learned to drink. | and this is how I learned to walk.| and this is how I learned to loosen. |and this is how I learned to wane.)
Sun’s yellow to stars’ shine - the spores of the night parsing the sodium of sea air,
and the tiny and endless tides pulling the cells of our selfhood. I began the unloosening; spoken and spilling
I have been a word among letters held loose on the tongue - and this is how I knew the song.
Like (being knit together | being crushed down in my chest, | being eroded, like a softening in my skull, | silver on shells -|mycelium regrowing) (as though to create soil: |to create diamonds:|as though to rot|hesitant and pale, this reaching back |in the longing held by the dark:) (creeping, quick, | so hot, this learning, this forming -| into the layered atmosphere| along the old paths.|softening, slowing,) ( the silver of me darted, | the gold of me melted,| the copper of me flew out |The salt of me caught,|the iron of me held, ) (grew in moonlight; | fell dripping around;| along the cliffs,|connected; the crust and cool of it|and released, rusted the sharp-edged dream) (and this is how I learned to drink. | and this is how I learned to walk.| and this is how I learned to loosen. |and this is how I learned to wane.|and this is how I learned to sleep.)
I slept in composition as though song’s arch swept across the sighed length of me
and unknit time into a polyphonic glittering - these intricacies that find an opening into my decomposed moment.
Like (being knit together | being crushed down in my chest, | root systems bared of earth |being eroded, like a softening in my skull,|silver on shells -|mycelium regrowing) (as though to create soil: |to create diamonds:|as though to rot|hesitant and pale, this reaching back |in the longing held by the dark:| the spine and ribs of them,) (creeping, quick, | so hot, this learning, this forming -| into the layered atmosphere| their branching finitude -|into the layered atmosphere| along the old paths.|softening, slowing,) ( the silver of me darted, | the gold of me melted,| the copper of me flew out | the phosphorus of me burned out |The salt of me caught,|the iron of me held, ) (grew in moonlight; | fell dripping around;| along the cliffs,| along my bones:|connected; the crust and cool of it|and released, rusted the sharp-edged dream) (and this is how I learned to drink. | and this is how I learned to walk.| and this is how I learned to loosen. | and this is how I learned to unmake.|and this is how I learned to wane.|and this is how I learned to sleep.)
I know what draws the wick, hear the writhing pale rings: nerves with gills on their underside
and the radiance that repeats time: the salts of its passing, the waxing and glowing of our passing.
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