they are myriad here and distinctly
visible
stone by stone in sand
particulately
materialized by fire flying
flowing
congealed and rolling
thousands of millennia
by river channel to sea laying here
at my feet
while the tide out of cool mist
this morning
utters lyrically distantly
in continuum volcanic thunder
solemnity of sounds
the ancient most syllables
registering temporarily in the little bones
shaken by my eardrums
and other bones
here where soul belongs
as the horrors of the great world shining day by day are shown
like these pebbles each pilgrim of trembling flesh
something of the volcanos within us holds
such resonances
so it rings true this morning so it is unconcealed
as what lies in the hard hearts of necessary delusions
of the human sort are pealed away here
as primordial seabeds lifted to the horizon
in terraces now peal away
and new secrets erupt
unfold
i have no place to go
but the pelican does
this one too
sea swells are arriving
red shirts rounding the far cliff i observe now because
this is what i do
sidewise
like crabs do
molten within and burning through
fog swept sky
dot of sun
9/11/2004
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