What can be said. Speed is
a calling. Desire is a bidding.
Judgment rises from steam
and then where?
Fortune is the heart of
two chambers like wings
and the instinct to soar,
migrate, see the world
and its topographical
gestures. Topography is
the back of a woman seen as
desert or a reptile's spine.
You have not learned to trust
(the muted instinct).
You'll be of an unblinking star
when the muddy nest won't do.
Will you be bold or
pretend finally to be human.
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