demi-gods of carved quartzite
refract like many mirrors
vigilant, not cautious,
noisy
playing
words from a song
over and over
over soaring bright birds that the eye can follow
over dark pine-sapped conifers.
jangling keys and piano teeth
reverberate in the
depths, echoes of re-invention.
the great sleeping
mind
vast in it’s mythic undertakings, shivers in the path of the comet’s tail.
there are infinite awakenings
like a chrysanthemum unfurling again and again
a message, a key, a puzzle, a small flame
what is it
some kind of
boundless vessel
spinning in the void
ignited by falling sparks?
©2001 leslie anne hinich cochran
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