TUNNELS
Over the angry embers thrown from the midst of thunders
thrown over the shoulders of heady giants
thrown into the breadth of breathing mountains
thrown into the thorny deep
into the trespasses of the children of boehemoths...
Something breaks beneath my feet;
a stick, a trap, a latched door in the floor
I am wheeling breathless in the snicker-snake of doors
I land on my feet, sealed past envelopes
into a checkerboard of velocities.
Am I circling the map, am I circling the sound of my heart,
Am I circling the breath of yesterday
or leaning into a more eternal night?
--4/9/2006
poetry 2005-2006
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