ARR 1988 - Flipbook - Page 68
Rendering Spirit
We are home, loving
wordlessly. The lights are
out, but there is no darkness,
no face of the deep.
And God! We explode! We are
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One hot, thick shout,
quickly cooling and thinning to
winter whispers, curled mists
hurled in darkness, pinwheeling,
breathing stars, lucid specters,
shrinking, swelling, spilling,
spending into the deep.
We are home. We are
Two counterpoised dancers,
cantering in a dustcloud,
acrobats in fair crystal pyramids,
an aerial circus, thickening the sun,
quickening into planets.
We are home. We are
Three from the sun, spinning,
spewing flame and ash, steam
and gas, gathering waters,
rocks and sparks: crackling mist
chemistry, splice-splitting,
interlocking seapuzzles.
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