September 12, 2008

There is neither east nor west yet
the compass still points.
Taxonomy
cannot be and cannot be
done without, for I define myself
beneath the weight
of this mountain of memory,
but hold my heart open to the sun
and I will burn no less
than the moon breathes between
these spaces of you and me.

1 comment:

Nicone said...

Good stuff. Thank you for sharing!