Letter Eight – All Knowledge Fails

(After Spell #94)

 

I derive identification w/ the root

lose earth power as felt higher up     your

touch reconfirms   reinforces

w/ an assist from

my personality.   The

bone durable    a heat-seeker

when

it comes to flame

stiffens on command    a soldier    complete w/ helmet.

 

Sometimes

I chagrin the  blood  loss

find the game dizzying

a

place

to cower in retreat especially

spring when flowers awaken

& love is revealed.    A

spike in the equilibrium avoided.

You know the routine.

While I wonder where my power’s gone

you shake your head knowing someday I will

cry.

 

I seek to birth myself in

surrender to the waiting river

any child can see where all

knowledge fails.

Of this

the trail is clear   light a candle for the man in the dimly-lit

cave

 

in

which

I

hide

from

light

.

 

 

4:06AM - 8.08.03

Somewhere over Iowa

Starter phrases taken from Spell #94

by Jerome Rothenberg (A Book of Witness: Spells & Gris Gris, page 106)