a many-furled dimension hidden in a flower

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a many-furled dimension hidden in a flower

here’s a new and alien labyrinth, a many-furled dimension hidden

in a flower.  my gods dwell in it, coiled, like islands sleeping, yet

nowhere coiled!  but spread like any sky above a starry ocean

crab-impaled and bleeding stars of love, like any atom, any earth.

.

i am the serpent’s coils: my twin dooms, birth and death, almost

kiss each other; and they would, most dangerously

if that caduceus were not swaddled up tight as a lily bud, hard

as a totem pole between them, twinning all things both twinned and twinned.

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twin-handed, twin-footed, twin-eyed, i hold the staff and shout

till the soundwaves break on my horizon and come wake-weaving back

up along my new-laid beach.  this is an ocean i have not made.

my voice has not sung this sailor-spilling ship upon my shore.

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