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the
invention of sex
nothing
described makes any sense
forests
of fur, expanses of flesh
backhoe
and dozer
this
humility we sweat for
wasn't
the first house
umbrella
of breezes?
weren't
first songs sung here?
eukaryotes
hail!
single
cell god
half
a billion years of
stone
come to leaf
just
the last hour and a half of Earth's long day
when
we measured by this still breathing
stamen
and pistil
flirt
then
everything
made melts
a
dizzy stillness in the branches
are
wings
and
beak
and
wet with want
sticky
out
and
sticky in
here's
forever and a day
why
finite hearts come yearning
call
names and you come to them
a
tentative violence alive with love
but
will it last till lights are out?
It's
as if slept in your long dark
the
every tended dreaming track
the
forest brings its way to light
you'll
never rationalise the body
every
sweet nothing
to
lodge in a dream
in
your head
pyjamas
of the naked mind
show
just the barest outline
touch
all
in the tree's green life
not
a moment missing
and
that's why
not
just why we're here
but why we yearn for more
That glorious imperative, "It's a joyful tune, if you play it in key." :)
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