Awakening
you are not your mind you are not your mind you are not
the poem is
not your body
is language an ocean we live coming to
forms proof
she was coming to
blank space where the body could be blank space
wave
curve ink
jet
wet wide open
thought lands wild (grief is simple and dark)
hard
to turn
away
turn into the one you want or each next enter the split
mount an enormous
struggle
with fictions
enormous
rushing past
will you be close
calm
utterly solitude
utterly
maple, moss
my plot is marvelous this fine gauze
conceals practices
hard careful digging hard careful digging hard
cold part
who
would imagine
life like
words
—H.T. Harrison
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from Resurrection Papers (Chax Press, 2003) by Heather Thomas