#775 - a map of the voices (the self-discovering world)

 

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a map of the voices

the self-discovering world

 

 

cowries on a bamboo net

where lie

 

traces of come again

pass through

 

a folding world

of storm high seas

 

all writing is a secret of sorts

cherubim winds in church corners

 

dragon here reclines like a goat

 

snake for a legend

 

we will make a chart of the waves

 

man with how many eyes?

windy streets of the town until

 

by quadrant and by astrolabe

 

forests follow rivers

 

uncanny feeling of someone in charge

has to be a contraption

 

and haven’t we been here before?

 

the voices in the wind and gone

 

world of loose wires

own waves made

 

a wrinkle of skin

threads loose

worn housings

 

like a primitive exchange

black and white

 

the turnarounds when taking on

a whole world at sea

and we in this far fold

 

once rivers as to the heart

cannibal edge

 

no land ever found

but first imagined

 

in mermaid streights

where mountains range

 

the peacock women

the upside-downers

 

soon the sun will never set

all greater than has been

 

the day made paper

and the night turned in

 

one day we will see from above

 

ocean so island flung

 

all of this everywhere turning

so not for a moment still

 

finding out

the old stars for seeing our way