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Tree, Mend Us
by Kirpal Gordon

"Not the life you’re waitin’ for someone to give you," my muse rang me on
the blue plate poetry hot line last night, "but the life you need to shine with
right now. Drop the ‘gotta go’ onto Miss A Mess impressed by the power of
less, win me with long-lasting love witness on the-always-built-for-more
metaphor express: passion unpreventable once in outpour affluent, a wonderwall in
waterfall exuberant. Don’t you know so much depends on a red wheelbarrow beside
white chickens that glisten so lemme pull your coat to a broken-arrowed hunch:
April can’t be the cruelest month. Listen, beyond a lunch pail Aristotle,
there’s a human throttle & when you embrace me please we equal infinity. The
truth’s in the motion of the ocean, come mountain top tip straight from the
temple to Isis, that is, know thyself & see-heal, reflect-firewheel of
helter-skelter-no-shelter’s full eclipse the moon shall stop the sun with & descend with
me the depths."
"Easy for you to say," I said, "but I’m afraid of the dead. Furthermore,
being like water & seeking the lowly has got me on all fours & I’m sinking
slowly. As for love, it’s already torn me to shreds."
"Babypop," she told me boldly, "lose your art or show some heart:
dismemberment’s got this one advantage---ya get to see all the parts. A war’s on, son,
so to the Lady’s cause run to stand under the understanding slipped through
the gates of Eden. Shade’s the oasis of the highway & love’s the secret
revealed only in beholding it, so lay low, son lover: the hills shimmer like the
patterns our own stilled bodies make in big happy soil song after the rains
torrential, take me to that monsoon reason if you’re moving a mountain to Mohammed
this season. Ye need send us to Tree Mend Us where old growth forests
ring-tell a tale’s end in a mouth’s beginning, singing what’s born in nature
doesn’t die, only changes shape & size. Beyond reductive norms called
attached-to-your-own-form bring me along eight moon phases: virgin & fertile, curious &
seductive, ecstatic & abandoned, exhausted & wise."

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