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One World, Two Feet

Contributed by one_in_six on Friday, 5th March 2010 @ 07:03:02 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

One of my feet is in the Catskills,
one outside Leon,
When winter comes, maybe Suriname, one in Cameroon
leaving me open (and grey with lunar dust.)

They are neither welded
nor buried
(as I reflect on the Atlantic),
But have been acquired,
pawed
by the moss and the stalks.
by the vines and the swamps-
for I avoid the cities (and the canyons)
and what is left?
but the bracken and the mica-
so that when I launch them
I risk biohazard.

Tonight I will sleep against the Alaska Range
Silverthrone a thorn-
Not knowing where tomorrow
where to step
where to gaze
without doing damage,
the power lines I snap
the hamlets I halve
must forgive me,
for the impact of my steps
and the misfires of my legs,
for the crops I eat
and any sleepless nights,
when I’m restless, wondering-

this world is green
this world is temperate,
this world is sand
this world is stinging,
this world is deep
this world is luminous,
this world is canvas
this world is cobalt,
this world is corrugated
this world is fluid,
this world is logic
this world is ancient,
this world is opiate
this world is venerate,

and a honeycomb
with a gas rag.

When will you stop wandering and
settle into your homes?
Where are you going, covering
so much ground,
gaining so much ground?
What can you do with so much ground
but no place to hide?
no place to hide.

Copyright Â© one_in_six ... [ 2010-03-05 19:03:02]
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Re: One World, Two Feet (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Saturday, 6th March 2010 @ 12:47:21 AM AEST
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Exhausting reading.... when will you stop wandering?or is that wondering?and what are you hiding from?what can you do with so much ground?so much agititation and self conflict,I hope you get some answers

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