out the magenta throat
billowed music
from
an incandesent yellow orb
where voice becomes light
a holy sun meets
birth thickened into objects
& voice once weightless and moving
finds its texture
each letter growing into image
their shapes: stubby or sworded
arm and legs of skilled dancers;
these need both hand and throat
woven together tightly spinning
like bees or science
this voice made of light
and dancing drawings
speaks up a lake
thinly dressed and wet.
or an old porch splinter;
giant masculine mountains or
all kinds of hats. And
if unwraveled will
spill out honey viscus song
all things
curve by breaths.
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