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her name threaded in air
1
(history of dreams)
the dream a smoke
a skin of grapes
wrapping
grapes
& grapes
pouring thru
the breaking skin
transparent dream of
grapes seeds within seeds
fruit within fruit dreams within
within without the skin a breakage
a wreckage of tumble down mountain
white stone eyes a vision that cannot cut
thru a roiling cascade of frothy wine—o life
2
(history of time)
he stops abruptly
his words
gone
swollen in
utter
absence
the movie plays on his skin—
o keening kin—’s’kin
ghosts parading
an empty skein
pallid frost
the l’id
a tower
b’urns
3
(history of theatre)
in a field of stones
a man appears
(or a woman
with a child
wrapped
in mud
& thread)
the room
the audience
the performance
of the witnessing act
then the inexorable exit
the woman carries the dead—
o night, a field of burning stones
4
(history of a face)
she undresses
steps into
rivers he
cannot
place
combs of honey lace
her mouth filled with light
& she threads hands
falling like names
in his green &
graceful rain
her face all he
cares to
want
Richard Lance Williams
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