Wild-Man & The Reverberation Of Poetry
& one is says,
I desire thee
final & passing the
vision
the thrust
becoming the dead cold
& moving to what
I am/ &
knowing
the man sees Wild-Man crawl
ing with Suns
created
hung/slung Tung Bu
pouring the moment as trees drop
old bark
& then with radiant
energy
&
reverberation
feeling
I KNOW.
We love.
but the soundless the shining
rain
speaks dead heart
the pipes of TRANSLUCENCE! steel/
bunch
before
War
kiss
the
violets.
sing &
enter
that
emanation
muscle
stumble
light the what is
my song red flower droop
ing sad.