The woods are an inspiration.
So is the snow.
My lover reheats coffee in the ancient microwave
while Hildegard von Bingen interrogates my presuppositions.
Everyday the world finds itself in orbit around Robert Kelly
and the structures of dream flesh.
Poetry is a counter-attack on the universe,
an alternate theory of animal kingdoms.
Under its intense gaze
the animals swell and protrude
and never lower their voices
never explain why
the pencil of langauge
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