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Toward an Understanding
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Toward an Understanding 1. On High Up here I love light, travel light. Sun runs its slick liquids down each arm and wrist and fingerlake on earth. Pack-rat of scrap shine, I catch the filaments of foil that twist through green-brown tweed, the bits of tin, the scattered glass, pin money, sheet metal (scissored and shivery) of lakes, precisely wild. Domesticated men, who do not burn, but inch and pound out lives, yell to low heaven! I am above it all. 2. On Insight Wool over eyes, soft over shine, the clouds begin to take the edge off thought, the froth appearing walkable and near, its grey a density admitting no exception. Now the ship of specialists begins to sink, my high ideas go under— feet lap heart neck head in the clouds, in the blind white folded deep. 3. On Time We come through the ceiling on dimmer wings. Streets widen, paved with rain. The brown pull's inescapable. We touch down, I give up. I belong 142 in your house, in your arms, in my own right mind. You'll fill me with children, make me grave. I say yes, let's get down to it, let the dark itself be why we're saved. 143 ...