i used to write about cytolysis, my particular crushing
push to the outward, release of pressure and the rush
ing.  the daughters of Eve, the daughters of Eve.

here, there is a business meeting going on, folded
hands and bobbing heads, yes, yes, i know what you
are talking about, i know what you are referring to.

there are occasionally ones who never pause in mid
step at the first softly struck notes of the piano, the
first softly struck notes of the wildflowers.  there are

occasionally ones who feel the sadness of the earth
rising like the rippling waves of heat over blacktop,
who breathe it, walking to the meeting, and turn

over in the sleep of the mind toward dreams.  there
are dreams trailing behind me everywhere i go walk
ing now.  i never believed i was separated from anything.

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