Gaia is the word for "unity-of-life-processes". The experiment here is to unify the various threads of voice and sense of self together into an undivided unity. Spirituality, economics, politics, science and ordinary life interleaved.

Thursday, November 11, 2004

definitive moon poem

uncomplicated
madly
serene

truly

ironic how we mesh worlds
when we define

de-creating thrones
principalities outre
archangelic re-routes

woodchips sigh
climbing birds howl
the moon rises
fat slugs whisper green

strange how the moon
has no face

(devolving life
a four billion year crash
and burn slides into heat hell)

no forms

strange how the sun
strange how

i-mystery,
complications,
narrative breadth
inhabits in the inbreath of a baby

how much more then i,
i, i, i
enfolded
corroded by time
a time module
set on survive

breathe out at last
sang breath,
hopeless hole breath
faraway waking-dream-breath

death is a new breath
without a sky
the sense of birds
inhaled into falling dark

strangled

wrathfaced
dervish-wrighting
homely-skried

strong, true, welcome life
yellow in the brain's branches
o circular moon!

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