Root Cap

Marry

our future is a distance which is like a seed & a seed can be like the ring of a tree whose seal divides from itself a distance so as to grow tree-like with (a-motion-backward) remembering & such a distance is what shapes the sealing from this steadfastness so it might anticipate its distances in the influences of earth & air
of water & fire—beings which tend to gather into rings & press upon our future what in the distance looks like a careless scattering

cold embryos (in springtime on Werner Peak, Montana)

the horizon

at the end it begins & this it an emptying that ends in a storm that rains with the sea; an it as the end of a sea that rivers a valley; an ending like the coming of fall when a river again by sea will it begin; these streams the end of a snow when seas had perished high in the mountains.

if by “over there” it begins, is it out of an end like a dark that would shine but for the lack of sunlight? an emptiness beginning like decay but for the lack of the fallen? to begin is to never be but this & to end is the same because in it by either goes the other away.

blue sky

Release From Confinement

fulfillment for what is promised in the spacious offering, for what is due; absence the expectant creek-beds are parched with, what assumes abandon root pores; a going-away green in fire pregnant of brush, aborted by rain (a wind not penetrate the way thirst was) a swelling bacterium waits on like an embryo the heat of the great horn; an obscure patch of increase beneath the influence of a sea are what the dead have made room for, is a nest by which even a speck of dust is an egg that makes love useful

a pacific storm

to sea clearly

because death is an undying body for the one illuminated
it goes away when we die but while alive it comes to us
with a dark that should it die a body would go away forever
like a god & not like a fly

yuba river