Each day they add
\nmore marble to our wall,
\nbut what is physically kept away
\ngrows larger in the soul each day.
\nThe lake is frozen.
\nBlack Baikul.
\nEvery time we take a glass\u00a0from the garden,
\nthe serpent grows\u00a0another head.
\nThe World doesn’t spin
\nwhen the rings inside her don’t extend.
\nWhat if we didn’t care
\nabout being
\nlighter than air
\ncaught in her cherubim’s hair?
\nFor the magician in
\nthe Vermontian woods,
\nbelow consciousness,
\nin a field,
\nkeeps the wild
\nimbalance between us
\nstill.
\nSun in the palm of our hands,
\nthe German Mountain moves
\nus to tears.
\nThe chariot lifts
\nthe curtain of the night.
\nThe gods hold court around the sacred tree
\nupon which all the stars dance.
\nLet us give everything away,
\neverything,
\nso that we may cup our hands and drink
\nher\u00a0moonlight
\ntogether.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Together” Each day they add more marble to our wall, but what is physically kept away grows larger in the soul each day. The lake is frozen. Black Baikul. Every time we take a glass\u00a0from the garden, the serpent grows\u00a0another … Continue reading