Two Poems: narcissus; stalk the open ring
narcissus
not step twice into not
step back from stream.
its nets are storm blackened,
Narcissus’ flower is a cut out.
it has shut in cold,
skeining back into the bud
echo and,
outbreath.
he skeins back the thread
the blind buds are always.
step
(not-step)
back then.
step
(not-step)
back then,
from the black river nets.
stalk the open ring
stalk the open ring,
this waystation.
others speak him out of chrysalis,
it is voice brings us alive.
it is an unearthing voice that,
brings us alive.
his hands bound by feathers,
red wings, a difficult birthing.
the gash,
female-d,
purple.
her silks,
those integuments retain,
& prevent voice from birthing out.
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