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Visions
vardaman

Desert rain fell – thunder cracked,
 1
lightning cracked the sky.  Shattered
 2
pieces tumbled down as rain.  Shattered
 3
peace will be restored again.
 4
 
 
I forgot – that movement is forbidden.
 5
Some Dive Mechanick told me time
 6
and substance would never be
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the same. Restoration – the second thing –
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the cliché: “everything falls apart”
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to a humming mass spread like autumn
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leaves last fluttered in sunlight
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and an apple-cider breeze.
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Something He said reminds me
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of you when He was forming locusts
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or when we say on a hill, enjoying
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bread and wine, watching the wheat sway
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somber and gay in the fading sunlight.
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You wondered if gods too danced.
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“Shiva.  Nataraja.”  You said
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I knew too much
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then dissolved into the soil,
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water, flesh; joined the grain
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that swayed before me
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growing and dying.
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You cried over the bloodstained cloak,
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rust among vermilion poppies.
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Rolling hills crashed against your spirit;
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you saw men fall – falling.  Chatter
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laughter gas panic gutter choke –
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lime light like a dream.
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You would not let me burn it
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in the fire.  Some things take
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time.  The Earth must first heal.
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We fell from the mountain tower –
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babbling, gasping, accelerating,
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tears from wind and smoke,
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we fell
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we fell
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we fell
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air screaming, stop stop stop
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it is not too late.  But I had dashed
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my foot against a stone, and
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your waxen wings had long ago melted.
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You emerged from the river
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draped in light – I could not
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separate time and substance.
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It was not baptism, but your dress
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fell away with falling sand
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and returned when I could
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no longer count the grains.  
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Fingertips dripping, you held
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my hand.  I felt myself
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fall into light – spin shake fly –
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focused without comprehension,
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absorbed, reflected,
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spreading everywhere at once,
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shattered to be collected, restored, finally:
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from many pieces, peace.
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11 Jul 07


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wow. my favourite "Rolling hills crashed against your spirit". beyond poetry.
 — crismonblue

lovely as always
 — WordsAndMe

Thanks crimsonblue and WordsAndMe!
Though you shouldn't flatter me Words, you know it's not always so lovely.

Criticism anybody?
 — vardaman

Bring me a hard copy when you visit and I'll shred for you love :)
 — WordsAndMe

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