under.

pale motions i relive,
like child of a Sunset
remembering mother's
womb.  a kick.

shadows spinning
threads across:  the widow's
web in the forest,
keeps me footed in motion-

less silence until i join
the Member of me; my slow
tread on empty ocean.
another healthy mourn.

its the embrace of the willow,
weeping; my gray caldera.
where under i grow vivid in
watercolors.  Patiently.

     26-08-97

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