Thursday, April 30, 2009

History in Hair

History in Hair

Just before you left
I laid your hairs
End to end
For three

The map
Of the edge
of time,
My Darwin,
it became
a map
for the edge
of you:

north to your brain
south to your guts
east and west to the
steppes of your hands

the strands were shimmering
wires with
all communications
sprinting along them
sunlight on
the first copper
to stretch across
a new and disconnected

You emerge
An emulsion of time
Tumbling toward me
On the floor,
The gold and silver
Of under the bed
dreams glinting
over the ages
of us.

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