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black spiritus-mundi

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in. -- Leonard Cohen's Anthem


have you ever watched how folks die,
how their memories unravel and
their bodies begin to curl,
and how they’ll surge to stay a ‘lil longer in the world,
how their eyes brighten with those last embers
of neuronal flickers firing with something
they forgot to remember, and
then they’ll smile awhile as if they've seen,
that last dimming of the light to hospital white,
then they’ll rasp in gurgles with their last breath,
surrendering to their own internal rhythms,
those long calling cadences
where cosmic tides are pulling-back
to where deep calls to deep,
to where it's black,
to where negative-spaces are revealed by
a light turning with the
bend of gravitas that we don’t need to understand …

25 Apr 13

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"I began as a poet, writing poetry; I began to tell stories in the poems and then realized that there was not enough room in a poem." -- Louise Erdrich
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