beauty leads to meaning
I'm up early in pursuit of each
at times barbaric and base
like pulling weeds
flowers exploding in
a retching of light
which I can't stomach, need
the means to approach
then a virus echoes
from the dark
in threes and sevens
an exotic power
rhythms and voices
in all directions
dancing shapes come in waves
sun, clouds, mountains, forest
communal music
dots and lines on the page
not the voice or
even the sound that counts
but the atmosphere above
from the ground up
approach the abyss
and ascend to heaven
2011
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