riverrun:
in the middle, you see.
more before than fore, though,
as it must be.
fore is unseen and
the empty space–the break
–is gone-eden-gone.

​

eden’s river had four heads.
bring yours close to mine and
pass the uskebeaghe 
from your mouth–
if it pleases.
thunder is just the thumbing of tongues
mine and yours and a love and a lark and a 
lightening.

​

all it’s really about–
really–about
and around–is the door
between things. our bodies
disappear before the feast.
yet here comes everybody,
waking even as we dream.