i cannot be the creator, i can only be the beast. (i cannot keep the distance, i can only hold the trees).

2006-06-05 3:04 p.m.

now, i am stretching, my hands
up in the trees, making homes,
making peace with the earth, my legs
don't know the reason for my hips, and they take different courses, each determined
in the moment
to manage up transference, to place
the sins of my forerunners
up upon my shoulders, down at my heels, and this conflict,
this persistent resolution,
haunts me back to my beginnings, roots me
and keeps me awake, shivering, the words
catching in my teeth.

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