the very notion that
prior to their writing
they existed as winged
thoughts around the
crotch of said Eve in
place known as Garden
and when whispered
during sex these words
sprang to life or at least
to the uncon
scious state of awareness
would be too good to be
true, instead I imagine
no god at all but what al
ready lurks in the shadows
at night, leaps from the
raging fire in stone circles
words are a veil to protect
like the blue sky in daytime
allowing us favor to live at all
on this spinning question
mark we call 'earth'.
s - a - m
3/18/05
