the healer is drunk

by panta rhei

Posted to Poetry on 2002-07-30 02:24:00

drunk from loss and
from the stretch of darkness
that drowns in the fathomless
hole of his eye

drunk on the seeds
that speak his juncture
and drag his shadow
deeper into untellable
thickets of sleep
and thyme-reek

him i touch with my
naked understanding
him i envelop
with my body’s north

him, magnetic polar felon
still waiting for the moss
of tactile awe

for the foam of future
turning at odds
above the equinox
of silvered hunger

him i spill
into my dream

him is slice
and cut deeply
from crust
to crystal
clear

him, the breather of sound
and spaces

him
the singer
of words scratched
into the night

he inhales the need
exhales the hunger

he drinks this purring like
echoes of breath
and moons
dreamed backwards

together we fly
wildly thru rhapsodies of
ember and wind

milk songs the colour of glass
from the sky

and linger in ancient night and
seething voices

oh to drink the resin of time

oh to shiver in the face of
our own echoed colours
and lick rolling songs
with our cinnamon tongues

we, the ink-stained
jugglers
table dancing on
feathered keyboards

we, the jesters
the dreamers
shaping beginnings
over and over again

slowly
we’ll dip our fingers
into the dawn and

paint the sky with light

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