Excommunication

I promised myself

no more villages,

no star, not a picket or door,

and no investment in fire.

Drop on the outside moon,

skulk off, sun, said I then

the I shunn its self and scuttled

away, like a spider end fine skeins of rain.

Goodbye to all kinds of weather and many

iridescent subterraneans Proper nouns, fall

flat, hard upon scorched shore.

Adjective, deflate

the world. Synonyms, release your hold

on your brethren

I won't have any more roadside:

I hereby release lythrum

frog lake, and footfall.

Thunderous or unable to speak too, left in a stairwell

that not to be found its rungs and wood.

Unlock your grip, starnosed mole

Return to the hills, wolf and lilac

and all the signs of wilderness

furl Fe no more blossoms

to the wind, abnegate the constellations,

negate the sea and what is left

of your world? What is left then?

And who is there to talk to

and by what mode will you transport

once the bridges have been unshackled

and the rivers in want of rain but shimmering

blue as herring-gills upon a shore of bones

beneath the gulls' on the outside out.

Even tarnish even devoid of contents or cold

must take their lengthy walks off piers that have been

sent not upon and you were casting on the outside more than you could

number notwithstanding that you'd kissed each one. With a deep

infinity of skin and life-current no longer, then how

will you call to the world

(without lips, heart, whispers, screams)

and with whom will you communicate

and what will you sing,

with no more cavity between the jawss of anything,

no sinew, no alone.

Only here

you are part of the world, sound

itself without clutch loose as a history of the fall

and rise of wind, in a world

you had vowed not at any time to mention

for its garment and its blindness

falling upon you as you banish.

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