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deep and wide as snowfields,
covering everything, drawing the trees, the stars,
the deer and the tall cities around us.
It is too much
for them to bear, and we
who demand such close knowing
we approach the atom
to explain the mountain. Already we see
the gods taking flight like a cloud of swallows,
their homes which are horses, and fish, and fish-
hooks becoming hard and pale as jewels
in our embrace. At the black edge
of the world two or three flowers are tossing
in the approaching blizzard of our words.
We cannot hear them singing
above our exquisite howl. “At the Black Edge,” Ger Killeen
in the blizzard of my ten thousand lives,
I am again briefly
the Moloch of blind fish, sing again
briefly the pterodactyl’s jubilas
to the sun, am sacrificed
again briefly for the dog’s kingdom…
Dark night of my heart, I scream
in recollection of comfortless origins,
suffer for the arrogance
of my entropy. God protect me
from sins of stasis, keep me
in the movement that fixes me “Evolution Prayer,” Ger Killeen
#npm: 3/30 What will it take
When we say, “What a coincidence!”
with hardly any awe, I’ve started to think
of what we’re wasting. We’re forgetting
the odds of what it took to make this
happen. It seems we could be
anywhere with anyone but
we are together.…
Poetry from Ms West.
My copy of Catastrophe Jones’ poetry/story collection, Catastrophe Jones: A Collection of Forgotten Dreams showed up, today.
She was willing and able to sign and personalise it, for me, and I told her to surprise me with the inscription.
Folks, you need to buy this damn book. Seriously.
Back to reading.