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KING

Left inside the mound, I accompanied him.

 

First it was silver, then sand.

There was a shape of a great melodrama

And clue by clue, I smelled the change in the air

 

“Grace is set in stages,” he said, “I won’t burden you with the list.”

“But what we love will be forgotten, if we don’t follow discovery.”

 

This is not the start of love. It is a dream in the long line of a horse,

The wide bow of a ship, or the ribcage of the biggest heart.

 

The silver chipped away and a thrill rose in a dark-light.

The doubt then was a fat flower blooming

 

 I said, “More.  More.  MORE!”

 

Only that deafening smell of the overripe

Could wake me from that blast.  That pomp.

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There needs to be a ground

To find. There needs to be a grounds

For finding a way up or out.

If there is a grounding-in

If there is a grounding out

Let it be so elaborate

That my skirt blows up

In a breeze, so still,

That you believe in magic

That you believe in the most elaborate of schemes

That the scheme of this life

Is a grounds for a plea.

So that the ground

We stand on leads to a higher landing

So that the whole of each half of my hand,

Each palm, could be held in the tightest grip

Grounding this in an earth that is still alive

With greens and reds, still alive in our

Footfalls and tears.

How many ask for this?

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