Magma Mater
I am creekbed riding
Fish-eyed, seed-sunk, and peacock-tailed
I am deep stone blossoms
turning cherry
on barkblack branches
heavy-laden and heaving in a sleepless rest
I am cliff dwelling
in whichway, richred, windwounding water
I am uplifting rifts spring wafting
so loaded
for erosion
Your will shall encroach me
Your rape shall free me
You shall leave me barren
I will feel for no thing
or place
Having let loose in me
I have lost these bounds
I have bent to you---Life
You fill in me wine
I am deeply blossomed stone, a waterjar
Poured through
I am pouring
Rooted
And flowing
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