———-silent epiphany
seldom the experience / the epiphany?
the green slopes
———————-of a volcano
kites wagging on an updraught
———–black-backed gulls
spaced strategically /
in daylight
———-the half-chomped moon
—————is a blue wafer
——pulling at eyes
children continue to conquer
——-they climb
——-above tracks
——————scoria
————————-the heads of parents
the kumara pits
——-dug for the sun’s personal use
———–dug to capture the festivities
——————of different seasons
——–for putting calendars in order
———–they continue
————-to rake the land’s flesh with their fingers
disposed items
register on the unwanted list –
——–small bones
——–feathers
——–charms of lost faith
——–crushed proverbs
two streets intersect /
a visitor turns
assimilates a 3 dimensional translation
——-of rooms / furniture /
—heartbeats at windows
——–a person’s reaction
————to living in a wooden box
i chase a newspaper
————–up the footpath / headlines scatter
the unhitched cut loose
——–an upraised hand
——–has been pressed into garden pottery
——-a hooked crucifix / a fish / a burning bush
————–all metaphors in clay
————-leading to a stardom’s topography
of a prodigal’s rehabilitation
clutching at ancestry
——-my grandmother’s gallery
————-of remembrance
———–shifts awkwardly
i connect with frames
the contents of frames——-the skin and hair /
———————————-the blood looks
i relate
———–to madame tussaud’s habit
—————of storing bodies in wax /
of lighted candles
floating off————-into dark spaces /
————————– remote upland grottoes
——–amongst fibres of luminosity
————children make it happen
by unearthing white glands
————————oozing in sweetness
—————-children gratified
—————compare growth spurts
————by measuring their silences
————————————————————————————————–
——–transference
the thing is done with mirrors
——a stash of clothes
———–hung up in a corridor
——-a eunuch
————-checking his box of jewels
the thing is
————–to walk the corridors / then walk out /
a woman arrives in purple
———change is obligatory
——-it offers a wide-angled focus
———on who’s coming towards you
————who threatens to get in your face
——-or whether the day
—swarms with scraps of sky
or if an amoebic earth lump
oozes mud
the thing is
why feel so strong / so
possessive
i walk on silver reflections
———–and the woman appears
——i wrap her up in a silkworm’s puzzle
_______________________
————–i jump
—————–from this jetty
———————–/ an acrobat
——————caught in a hawk’s eye
—————i jump
———————-a river
sludge-fed
white-frothed
a pulsing jugular
amongst lungfuls of greenery
a countryside
———breathes lying down
—————resuscitates itself
———born-again seasons
blow between fences / paddocks / new towns
_________________________
—————-today
she traverses the streets
—————a golden girl in purple shoes
———-with a number / a place to sleep /
————-to accommodate whoever calls by
she lives in a room
—-populated by mirrors /
——-movie
——-extras
—serve her breakfast / lunch and dinner
——–she has put a price on her head /
——-she has choices
——-the luxury of change
her psychology is rooted to growth spurts
new directions / studies in multiple pleasures
she once lived by the river on a monument
of rocks / she once perched seal-like
turning with the weather turning other heads
________________________
so who’s this /
who keeps his jewels
under lock and key
who passes through corridors
never talks
—-or goes outside
——————amongst smells
the stares of animals
the neon knitwear on facades
______________________
—————-people
smear their sweat
————they bend back
the fingers of a cold night
—————-the woman
——–pictures herself
———–monopolising a window
her body cut in glass /
————-illuminated /———her equilibrium
—————————–measured
————-i witness the restorative magic
———————of a sudden glance
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