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Walk into this land of echoes, rising, from long disappeared passages &

Pounding with the resonance of a single, surging heartbeat.

& Step lightly into, like a fox beneath the moon,

Or the hunting bird, balanced, upon a branch pulsing,

& Heavy clouds damping electrical skies.

& Shaking berries into a bowl,

Sharing handfuls bed to bed,

 A nurse tending to the wound.

The rhythm of & clapping hands,

Two Palms, pressing deeply & into a lover.

& Feet upon a curving world, arcing night into day,

Timelessly vanished into a pulsing desire & always

Echoes dress the wound.

A heartbeat washing the sky &

A vanishing moon, poured into bowls & delivered bed to bed.

& Walk pulsing,

& Walk always,

& Walk into.

Source material for digital collage:

Etching No 2. Soft ground etching by German landscape painter and etcher Franz Joseph Manskirsch (1768-1830).

Ancient Egyptian tomb art. Unknown artist. est. 2000 B.C.

Michelangelo, Sistine Chapel, 1508-1512

Mesopotamian Incantation Bowl, 8th Century, photo Christies.

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