. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .

Monday, April 24, 2023

A Statement

I am but the very last breath of me
the last one and the first, and
all of time before that
into infinite reach

I am my mother and my father
and the memories of every
older one gone, their laugh
is inside of me
the wild rabbit
the pirate poet

I am molten peoples of
noble dereliction
blood from the birth of 
planethood, muddy river
the screaming terror

I am the water sign
things that slip and hunt in
the dark, where sight becomes
something sacred
touch becomes holy ground
and the tiniest things, by
cosmic chance,
divide

titian gods unfolding
great growing stars
I am the dust that began
sunrise at the dawn of existence
the knowing of the first thing
and the last
I am creation and I was
created, the truest love
and
that is all I am.

TA

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