Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Genome, poetry by Rojan Zét

Tonight, sky glowing behind mountains showing, lift your
head while music plays and lost familiar spirits gaze
through gusting wind, walk the beach, reach for tingling
in your hand, and dance with leaves left standing
before tides facing flushed river deltas embracing
furry hills and sand flowing, fires growing,
alive to sense of life and all our sowing...
before what comes deprives us of our knowing.

Rojan Zét


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