Poems in Tarot #6

                                                                                                Light and dark rā versus pō                                                                   the shadows that creased your face were held                                                                                               

your mark remains imprintedunlike my earthen pigmentationand the impermanence of clay this whenua echoes in

weno formor rhythmasymmetricpushing and pullingsee-saws never see uslevel out the depressionwe dug a hole we

jupiter beside the a.m. moonhydrangeas by the redding bricksmisty walkinggrey cloud spraystar-catching near the windowpane.

a window is pressed to my eyesas they box me by the neck& they cage

the blue word slips and knocks down my hipsand rests where you grab thembabymy marrow

Pain is inspiration but never spell hurt, don’twords are clumsy damp won’t hold the slip

The horizon is not a ruled line it weaves into the unseenit is a seam

An ancient has so much time for drowning.She should burn, could be angry will be