Rambling propitiationsBlurry sky—I pray/tonight holds this stink
sweat—eat/the feet of water.
Your wash begins as a sea/sweeps across
perches of stars.
I hold my feet on/the high & my arms rise,
then/a path meanders—/a priest mirrors me, his side
wounded with ancient symbols/of
hope—totems arc/above my head; trees tall, small/
tracks, smeared mud.
View this/as darkness shrouds fear.
Machined/ from your silhouette,
wounded/dawn's chambers—bodies/broken,
more unfurling out/of my
mouth, the glade/fades off.
Gleam the space, surprised/roguish
watch—the fire I find/in the shrine, in
the/grove, sun flaring in flat discs,/
& from my mouth, eyes./
Old spittles, smoke of prayer/rises rimmed
white in my mouth.
Heat/heavy, penitents/line my arms like a
summer/dressed in needle marks/& I, naked
body, I/can almost hear what the
drugs/induced into view—/mud smeared
tracks, visions eating/the swaying seafoam,/
priest chewing visions.
The induced/ priest is the sea.
I sway.
The/drug can almost mark/a naked body
dressed in/needles—penitents/autumn,
waiting in white lines.
My mouth is white, rimmed with old/
prayers—smoke spittle.
My eyes are the mouth, from the/grove, flat
discs in the/flare of the sun in the shrine.
I find surprise's fire.
I watch/slow space—mouth unfurls—/fade
off in the glade as dawn—/silhouettes
broken/bodies clambering out
of/shrouds—darkness as tall as trees.
My head above the/totems of hope, hangs
arches/ in ancient mirrors.
In the meandering, priest/raises my
arms & my feet.
I hold fireflies perched/like stars across the
sweep of/rivers & wash the/glittering white
from their feet/& eat from the water hold.
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