Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, December 26, 2010

13 rainbows

there is a rainbow kissing the pacific
diving into the pacific 
erupting from the pacific 
yelling and drowning in the pacific
whispering upward like smoke, from the pacific.
there is a rainbow moored to the center of the universe, waving as a ribbon of light through the fleshy pacific
painted on my window and behind it, is painted the pacific
that has dissolved into the pacific
that translates sky into the pacific.
the result of light and water sex spilling into the pacific.
there a rainbow imagined in the cones and rods of these eyes deeper and more blue than the pacific.
bigger than the pacific
that will swallow the pacific.

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