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If not, the Future is History
i'm seeing 200 years ago
..............................................celebratory
forest burning
lightning come to call
few buildings.........no roads............many aliens in furry disguises
fungus taking years to translate from the soils last 10 meter
flip-over
when people walked beneath the earth
.................................................................their
soles sipping sifted sun
.............................when
wood is the fruit
how can we brook structure
.................................................glowing
clots in acre wide arteries
we carry but we do not ride, immobile in the often rain
we smolder to invert our lungs, to have a hundred eyes
like octopus arms listening to hearts dissolved in the sea
food is the clock---certain plants at certain times, fresh
meat
on either side of winter, fish when we can remember
the water already fallen
..........................................a
rain drop as big as 4 men wrestling
where too many have walked or the river has an idea
where its lost fish went
a place only the sun can see
because the earth got creative irregular sudden
a disproportionate washing
.................................................things
fell from the sky
like a satellite full of instant news
..............................................................the
rain releases from unexplained hillocks
a building they couldn't make 200 years ago
out they didn't have the material--
........................................................someone
remembered the recipe from inside her bones
when a body leaping a cliff is several flutes compressed,
the tricksters thirteen bodies coming out of the same elastic
menagerie
eyes at one with the lowest thickest greens, the pearly pink
shimmer
where nothing but soil should be
©Dan Raphael
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