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i asked unknown dark energy that pulls   the furry light between stars back to   the start of time if everyone   has to meet again

killers   who enter houses   without knocking   does the sky have to forgive cars     do monarchs forgive the sprayshould day forgive another day

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The soul sits beside its box of oranges.

The century goes along, the tyranny,the dazzle,   the executions of butterflies —

life molecules make memory shapes,adorned   broken or blunted . . .

the replica of the virus looks like a Christmas ornament   from Walmart.

Some days   you could barely read.Some days you wrote from your strangeness.   Some days, you imitated those who imitate you . . .

A pressure   mounts through chaos.The protein   takes down human systems &

you are somehow supposed to make artof dreams or childhood,of history’s injustice or love   so hereyou are in a room by yourself

& they’ve left you   with a spoon & a pencil:

    Just try to eat with this pencil, they said.    Now try to write   with the spoon.

But the breath betweennumbers will never run out,

& you know that you know that you knowso there’s that

& the minutes pass,   each odder than the next (or, if

not odder, at least passing & the next —)

6-26-20   9,628,658 awn

Escape & Energy

The hills are burning; they have burned & will burn.

Sheets of lightning over introduced grasses     whose arc is low,   trees leap       across highways . . . ,

young men tending the flames all night,

lightning totally unprepared to come back strikes     the long awns   of non-native grasses,

fire in service of pure light, not consciousness.

i’m an older white woman who hates to sleep;;

     my bad eyes see thingsthat aren’t there — at leaston this side —

       when the third eyeis active, as now, an energy

leaks between worlds;

it’s then i feel helped.   It’s then we are helped.

i pack the car while   fire workers try to decidewhich among them,   whose worlds to save.

It’s the end of empire.   i wish it were the end of empire.

My love is a good sleeper;   his mind rests in its great gifts,     & we will hold hands at dawn — culm

Escape & Logic

i hear tonight the great horned owl,   four gray notessuperior to beauty.

Come to the window, i say;    (my love can’t hear & i can’t see;we trade senses throughout the day)

Last night 12,000 lightning bolts upon the earth —(upon = such a stiff word . . .     where did we put our glasses? — upon the dresser) . . .

packing the car, folding color while workers start what’s called     “backfires”   for culmsof late grasses where the ordinary is swollen, breathing

ash,   the neurotransmitters making a pactwith the logic world   allowingentities,,,,   allowing fury   at the end of towns,

     racist profits of extraction,       Blake’s angels   moored   in their fury,

   cultures in migration, unredeemed upon the earth . . .Here in the garage   smoke specks for company, packing items . . .

   some pines save seeds now burning to grow,, ;there comes to mind June Carter’s “Ring of Fire”& her sister’s cool rendition. Chrome aperture of ash, ::

garage spider::: Did i help my love at all? i worryi did not. Thousands     of days he helped me. Loading

family papers, a doll the screws fell out of, mymother’s extreme red high heels from 1968,the brain snags in the settler cells, acetylcholine, glutamate,

    pumping between minutes. My love sleeps inhis nature   through phone alerts.    Mostly we have not failed each other . . . . . .

foxtail grasses burning,     the bossy squirrel sleeps nearby, in nests of justice& spirit threads,   to put its slumber in.

   We learned names of Western grasses \\\\\\     that burn now, non-nativefescue & brome, Avena, we took a class,

  kindly but sanctimonious white people in gray clothingstooping with hand lenses   over   speciesbrought by colonizing soldiers centuries back,   grasses

speeding   to their doom,   young firefighters& entities —   (Is a...