Poem Twenty Nine: Poem of First Lines

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Put your hands over the brightness 

of an exploding star.

Will you sing my song

when I am forgotten?

Light a lamp

on the doorstep.

Does water have memory?  

Can heat make a crown 

Transference of soul from body

to body, 

Whenever you’re ready.

I know this house.

Don’t apply pesticides

to open flowers.

The view this spring:

rain, dogwood, 

We are tangled in many beings.

The sky is falling.

Tell me your secrets

and I will tell you mine.

Path, revelation

and embodiment.

This is the burning season.

Stories are living beings.

The moon crashes 

into the earth.

Can you hear the voices

of trees?

Yellow dancer,

shake up the pollen.

From eternity, to eternity.

Age, to age.

I dream of yellow lanterns

of the sun.

I am the fruit of the dead.

The decay of bud to fruit.

The pomegranate seeds

were tart and delicious.

Are you purified

if water becomes a hymn?

We sink like ships

beneath the soil.

This is the sound

a comet makes.

We languish floating

to and fro in a boat.

Bearing a basket of marigolds,

bearing a vessel of milk.

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