Rare to find true Language Poetry, but Orpheus only appears in the blink of a Now eye

Orpheus Eye


non-dusky surface spilling crimson-milk in
wind-bracelet laughter wields

ripened halos and mosaic poised
arms of war

babies in her embrace
territory imposing

gather this smell of cedar rain
without pledge to hollowed stores
of sticky grocery depth

shake the contours of topography
hands finish in birchbark canoes
silver beneath full-moon

still atomic matter
and anti-matter held

ducking through thundering-trees, arrive
with dandelion-hair
and a ladybug face

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