Sunday, August 8, 2010

Night Fishing 2

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Oxen of the Sun 381

While all the vessels are finally made fast
run to the ground and put to the sand
the magic breath is only possible in this silver air
Made void by some virtuous older child of night.

The serpents and fishes lie
and see themselves in your meanwhile Jesus
who swells to the full size of expectant and marvelous strangeness.
There are mountains beyond mountains.
Desire waits as these boats make fast from the sea.

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