Western/Quadrants/View There is another view where distance extends absence All around us slowed to white. The power to resist the past – wind-swept the valley air contained between earth – sky electric bandwidth resonate Jay squawk to say this is my territory out with you, is not a plan. Not speech but space you hold for me the darkening sky. Stay. The water waits – my return to the under neath – I cannot see you look away. I watch you turn. Where I had lost my body once and then my mind knew everything in and out of time – green shafts of surface light cut through the water where you had not been – I swam for air – the cold grew darker as I travelled outward You were the structure, weren’t you? Watching on shore. Me? incomplete. The way you hold your body rising from the deep. You stand like a metaphysical argument – ground in existential pain. You have already suffered. Broken your bones to ashes, grew them back. Smashed your heart into forest, smothered in sun. The verse cut your tongue in the earth. Blade of suffering – The body lost the mind as if it forms the brain Deep inside a quadrant
beyond pain. What? Will you say? Another world, under, over, out-of-sequence, doubt. Fear the river Find the sun Fear the sky the granite rim Don’t look at warm water Minnows swim upward hear -- They will tell swirl the mind your secrets anxious
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