to die for

if the dark is what the dead stuff with thought
than to wake from a sleep in which a dream is to think
how can the alive not?

Rain

if heaven will attend earth, even ocean dirt will care for the perished
if not, not even the dark will care for those who smell like the deathless
—for a star broadcasts what grass will gather which is to say
a seed is how god matters
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springtime

sex is the setting apart of what is sown
but if only a god can sex the dark what is it
she sets apart? an attraction that grows a sun

The Insistence

nothing flees into immortality without consequence. not
the storm of death, not the rush-to-sea of utter forgetfulness
never into “unreciprocated” emptiness—a heaven that forbids
the promiscuous—increase not even one atom of the void
a womb evacuates. the beyond (the new born say) has no sway
without
a grave embrace & what (the dying say) is eternity without
a uterus?

the horsehead nebula
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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

My Photo