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He taps out batiks at twenty thousand feet
Half lotus in the sagewicker basket
Aloft in the clouds
Conversing with gulls mulling memories of
Beach bound peaches
He sees in the glass of the motorcycle helmet
Images of you in thirty years where
You’ll be whom you love maybe even
What you’ll be doing
An unmade motion that seems a notion that is
Closer to memory
Because will he be there for you
As she hopes to be

Constant in imagining what it is
He keeps looking for
Across seven continents he witnesses
An eighth in the making and the
Fire underwater
Violently quaking

A crack in the ocean
A crack in the sky:

.

All the bricks in Haebangchon can’t make
You forget that you’re not home
A folk of three, a flock feathering the turbulence

Syad avaktaviyah
He, Sandoval looking upwards towards the
Lumbering clouds,
In some ways it is
In some ways it is not.
Syad asti, syad nasti
Your home your Meriadec n’existe toujours
From beginningless time

Your home non-extant and your yard
Bathed in sunflower stalks high as
Your hand and awash in aspirant daisies
As your hand might be raised
By your mothers as they walk
Along either side of that self
You call yours

From beginningless time your mothers
They two may have been three of mind
For a while but he’d never leave or have
Known instead retrieving from Eldorado
All the light of the Earth and the waters
Of Lourdes would just as well be the next

Away though he is another so selfsame
That he might’ve been a brother alights
That sunflower field and calls you
Come over! he says

Sandoval looking upwards wherever he is says
Since beginningless time the both of you have always been here
Earth and sky and sea in space

He says he feels like a mountain
Watching its crown of evergreens felled
Quiet in unmoving observation and torture
Nonetheless moved in motionlessness to tears
Nonetheless moved by that very immobility
Not in so many words does he say this
But in ever quaking breath it is apparent

He tried to say his thoughts are crumbling
His words like
Paper over a fire

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from May You Know And Do Better Than We Did, released March 21, 2015

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