Unquelelled

in this floood of earth

where seeds end

and augur nearness-you will sound

the choral rant

of memory, and go the way

that eyes go. there is no longer

path for you: FROM THE MOMENT.

you slit your veins, root swill begin

to recite the masscre

of stones. you will live. you will build

your house here- you will forget

your name. Earth

is the only exile. ( !!! )