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Atlas

"Atlas" - 10/09/03

some creatures are so beautiful
it is a strain to see them through
the glow

of what you once imagined to
be possible in a person
and true

the moon is jagged, cutting 'gainst
the sky's soft indigo curtain
and eyes

like stars wink centuries-old whispers
to the tune of Gershwin-favorites
(kisses whistling)

contemplating meanings am I
of this body, conscious as Atlas
and more

easily than not I fall beneath
spirit's sun and so I meet my match
in some

one who's impossibly opposite
from everything I've ever sought yet
the one

as we all are pieces (anyhow)
of mystery and genius-dust
it falls

like ash from out loves mouth
blackening oceans in murderous

expectation-hue