TSHZ3 (Breath duet)

I: Filling this entrance, I exist
O: SO YOU FOLLOW THE MOTION THROUGH

wind cinched in blinked breaths,
MOMENT ON MOMENT TO BLOW US OPEN

brief sky-necklaces
HOLLOWS & JOINTS UNWOVEN

stitching this little ring:
this vivid, evanescent thing.

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NOW THROW YOUR VOICE TO ONGOING
its rhythm split by will and limits

GO OUT UNDER STORMS OF ORDER
wishing this whisper fit

HOLD YOUR THROAT OVER THE FOLDED ROSE
between breath’s twisting kisses,

the Spirit’s intermittent visits
SWALLOW THE OCEAN TO SHORE

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This winter sill: the in-breath grips
its interests with fists eclipsing sense.

Treeline of empty stilts.
THE WARM BONES GONE. GROUND GROUND.

MONOTONE CLOUD. COLD MUD.
THOSE GORGEOUS, UNGOVERNABLE GODS.

MOSS BOILS FROM SPORE-SOAKED STONES
in wild shelters, infested with distances.

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TO CALL TO THOSE WHO ARE NOT ME
I fill my breath which isn’t mine

SOME PORTION OF THE ZONE OF GHOSTS
dense essences, these centers entering

OVER & OVER & OVER
listening in my ribs

the wind’s revisions sifting, delving
OVER A POROUS SOUL.