genesis
it
begins not
in
a garden but
with
those changes between
high
and low water marks
where
land will be
made
and unmade
the
crux is plastic
rather
than pictorial
three
dimensions being buffeted
by
give and take
where
the organic
explodes
into organism
a
deed done's a fraction
of
the doer's sum
thoughts
and dreams are
the
greater part
where
memory ceases
imagination
becomes
loch
doghra
secrets
we’re born with
though
they fray will not
wither
in our blood
still
dimly they bray with
bold
echoes from ancient days
when
leaps were made
and
many fell
even
finn went grey
by
the lake of sorrow
when
his lover’s
jealous
sister cast
that
withering spell
feel
the great hunger here
these
mass graves will shake
tears
from complacent eyes
across
troubled waters
our
bewildered ancestors
come
seeking redemption
lost
horizon
(1)
your
eyes
reflecting
a
history
that
never
came
into
being
are
swimming
back
not
seeing
now
seeking
that
step
forsaken
mathematics
unforgiving
fruitless
(2)
plants
or
clouds
the
shapes
undefined
unconnected
where
dreams
are
located
the
hint of
mountains
too
far
a
suggestion
imprecise
an
invitation
to
deception
(3)
the
early
settlers
were
loud
everything
native
flattened
to
the
ground
trusting
camouflage
destruction
ensued
an
attempt
at
recreation
ill
conceived
(4)
weathered
as
your
birthplace
raised
to
a
culture
at
odds
an
absurdity
inconsistency
in
the narrative
still
beats
underneath
a
great division
within
its
mythology
Terry Wheeler -
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