AT SEA

Night comes, releasing me
and free as a ship at sea, with all around
only the spun horizon by
triangulation from the stars
to tell
and out into the star-expanded space
my thoughts pursue the still
still changing souls

. . . and bodies lie
like ore in the mother-lode
the ages vent their pressure in
the subterranean chambers of the brain
slow, dissolve, and crystals realign

imponderably Earth inclines
toward where all meet
what sustains
what sustains the planet as

and huger more oppressive each next day's
juggernaut unretarded overtakes
what sustains

what

darkly . . .

Stars

beneath the Earth






Off the island of Key West, 1970
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