Composting Stars

only when they perish & sprout holes to grow
will the garden stuff (in death they’re souls) bury roots
in a ruin where immortality is soil

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look for not light but an ant to perfect the sun for ovules in the wind & a womb
in the earth to perfect its time or immortality what a flower & fly perfect always darkness what the fully accomplished their wild ruin require never a perfection what from the promiscuous emptiness love perfects & a star is born to worship

To Die Born

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imperfect starlight—it perfects a view
of heaven
just as perpetual dark—an imperfect tomb
will a womb

Dark Light

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what in the wilderness is able in the garden is care?
where the soil of stars conspire, carefully the toil of a sun
grows the hungry spoil? it’s the dead who endure
the capable ruin—the resistant cultivar & devoted
gardener waste under their care

Great Horned Owl

Being An Issue

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the void of light absent in life requires a sun to shine
just as this which one avoids is what a sun desires
for that which shines in the void of life absent of light
is a dark so bright even a void is life

Agelenidae

A Hole Essence

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trees reach deep into the ground to feel for light & what ants make of it
is the reach I want 

The Sun

Loamy Seas

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death is a god that does not swim & yet recovers in the astral superfluities
of the water film where the shudder of the perished is the anguish of birth
for such is a seed when a leaf is born

Anonymous Root

To See

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                                                                       Mountains are moved by seas to become fertile valleys---a promise land
where suns are carried away by a flowering river.

Lively Enlightenment

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Only as life else there is nothing to sunlight & this nothing to us
if only its light. Why else fertility? Why else this flourish
of fruitful ignorance? This sacredness of a first sun conceived
& birthed by a void only an unknown God could love?

The Superior Ovary That Is The Dark

Img_9569Birth is the after-life of immortality & its conception the contamination
of the everlasting that wrecks & wastes like plant & animal into vivid emptiness 
---flushed from voids that swell with stars whose light is larval & alive.
I tell you this because the ignorant egg that shines at the end of an ovipositor
is the sun we see day & night.

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