Blindfolded Elephant
Published by Beatitude Press
Out of Print

At the Border

Here there’s othering, stitching an elbowroom
where dolphins in midair-jumps remain
& baby skulls, open, asymptotic,
chirp like mystic physicists afloat in a broken egg
reduced, expanded yonder than their outlines indicate
O nervous creek go seamly by unknown to me they say
I’m a boundless soul, holy & whole & all there is in toe
from nowhere now my laptop winks
the only light that knocks tonight
& zombies sing within its wiind lotus dreams
& downy airs & feathered grace
undampened down
lilting along
invisible as silver
gone O gone
upon the day