Wild-Woman & The Thinking-On Of Putrefaction

the swollen year
the single time endless falling down the night the
awareness of the death
of spreading leaves the
purged spiritinevil poured
water of horror

what I did today my mouth born
with such beauty I describe the source of
fishkill light

I Have Met The Spirit Before
near mountain-high flames

& have ye seen the god with the leather-ball
sitting in the jealous circle?
She was herself
dead on earth
she smiled &
threw off her
shield/

possessed by the
last existence the next
phase of the shimmering
heart of things

/As if all
the old structures
the decayed regions
not even a foul speck
on earth
captures the perpetual springing world! Selah,

we are
very tenacious/
the prey in the maw
of the hyena
inspired by the song/
of fury.

I received from my father

slow
drizzle great seriousness

I have made the fluid burn!