This is Required
the intake of the atmosphere, the water’s touch,
its crucible, all the egos & the constant letting go of
reason. The primate, preternatural to its study
of scalp & leaves, ants & termites caved too deep for
the handed animal. So stay a something other,
like a bulrush-covered crane, bent at the knee, hid.
Not the long praise of horses & flags galloped over
the cliff to become ash in mid fall. Say again the tenet:
Lord of nostrils, take me all in. Mother
gullet, gulp me down, bit by bit.
Speciation takes, for the glowed fish to legend
& us resonating from placenta to last gasps of air,
pull is a light & asks: find me, like truth, like moon.
Says, be twain, flail & divvy up again.