& the old Indian thumped my head
By Ric on March 11, 2007 in Archetypal, Archetypes, Austin Poetry, Jungian Studies, Modern Poetry, Myth, Mythology, Mythopoetry, Psychology, Scanner Art, Science, Texas Poetry, mythopoetics, poetry
or when the feathers gathered
lace & down & light
how weight
of galaxies
float
less
than this pain of
wanting to turn
the whole
disappears
we are the between
& we cannot measure
what slips thru
open
the water like a skin of
every red passage
© 2007 r Lance W’ms March 11 this darkling passage: what the pollution of time folds
& the old Indian thumped
my head & told me to
dip the coppery
feather into
the silvery
water
© 2007 r Lance W’ms March 11 & the old Indian thumped my head
