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AN OCEAN OF IDEAS
light enters the ocean and arches back up
in the colors of a circle partially hidden or
a tree that bends down sweeping and swaying
luminous leaves of red, green, yellow, and purple
from the stormy winds of thunderheads
that drizzle patches of falling splendor upon the scene
I don’t take your craziness personally
since it is already in the playground
of my mind as swings and slides
the glory of broken rays and music
that hasn’t yet been played
Michelle:
It’s a summer of suffocation. Thoughts crossing
oracular our roof tiles, hunting for the moth in me
wandering around all night. The softness of its powdered wings
recall the touch between you and the one you think you love.
The meantime represents its evidence: No disparagement,
no impunity but a fever on request for unstoppable oscillation.
Nora:
My skirt is a design Karl Lagerfeld mentioned. Discernment,
disavowal? I think I suffer a repulsion against my family’s attachment
to inherited materials. Skin, the one I wear, moistens hair
grows ocean smell, follows its thirst, its hunger. Ordered or not
I disband the modifier, do away with moribund requirements.
I share your unalterable longing for new reflections.
breath of the sea
in the buoy bell
a voice
from fish-swelled water
all night the loss the loss
in the conch
a whiff of the sea
deep voice
rolls its pinwheel sound
obstacle course for a soul
buoy bell
the echo on the sand
in a skull
a loving face appeared
if you were lucky
a skull of roses
the coming and going
of ants
filled with the ruins
of something loved
The exchanges of thoughts between Michelle and Nora can be
a menace without negotiator or could be interpreted as the nuns’
moaning in a menagerie of like-minded mammals.
What finally will be deprived, what will wait to get entrusted
to become compulsory? Organ by organ remind the student
that relocating one heart’s imprints needs hard trained advisors.
Handling a 12 inch shell, we defrost abalone. Former boundaries
and sea-colors break. We wish to learn more about Mother of Pearls.
As if hesitation can become part of activity, those salt-masked
creatures realign themselves for an unexpected purpose
halves
half persuaded traveling incognito
to see such a miracle gives one the faith
that we too can walk on the water, calm the waves
and let our light so shine that even the dullest
can see the doorways we are to the other world
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