The rainbow courses through my father and my mother
While they sleep. They are not naked
Not covered by pajamas no sheet whatsoever
They are more like a cloud
In the shape of a woman and man intertwined
Perhaps the first man and the first woman
Upon the earth. The rainbow surprises me
Seeing lizards run between the interstices
Of their bones and my bones seeing
A sky-blue cotton grow between their brows
Now they can't see me can't embrace can't move
The rainbow takes them again
Like it takes my thinking
My youth and my eyeglasses
The palm at the end of the mind, beyond the last thought, rises in the bronze distance. A gold feathered bird sings in the palm, without human meaning, without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason that makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.
Monday, September 29, 2025
Earlie Body
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