a body of flesh
corporeal,
among black trees
the sky is clear,
white stars, the white of time
in deep night the ravine is earthly,
unearthly, the crawling capillaries, the trees' ghost fingers
dissolving into an inscrutable
black pool
eyes cannot make it out
further into the
day ravine
is a necessity
to know it, a little,
a little as it knows so well.
further into the
night ravine
is a dark dense place
in my mind
full of earthly stones and
moss and branch rendered unearthly
by the sprawling flood
of light's absence
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