a delinquent drop of memory
manifests in some,
calling their attention to the connection with the dawn
our genealogy of light

To remember means
To speak
like the chirping of birds and insects long extinct,
buzzing and tweetingthe joy of life

To see in the dark, the path lighted by rooted relatives
in the dirt along the way,
and by the glow of your own footprints.

To challenge yourself to run
up a mountain, cheeks filled with water,
your discipline and practice the only reward.

To comprehend the simple language
of tides and tears, a ripple on a pond,
or a river permitted to meet with the ocean.

To color yourself, as a chameleon,
like your present environment,
so as not to contradict the predestined encounter

To worship a god whose words cant be written
and who warmly welcomes all sexual advances.

The heart is vacationing
when the daily dance is performed
without the memory.

No pulse. No union.

When teeth crunch the starbones
into fine fairy dust,
piercing light pouringf rom the digestive tract
like hibeams on the nightroad,
when lips transmit their messages
like the clear communication of cells
molecules of inherent meaning
shared mutually with puckered intention

then will we run
without eyes;hands tied to the wind
towards the unmistakeable roar
of a river - the throbbing artery
of divine intelligence

Until they are gouged by my discipline's finger tips,
my question mark eyes interrogate
the knots of a life lived in spirals and ellipses
plane geometry knows not its own tangles