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Tuesday, January 19, 2016

"a cold place inside us the body can't convert"

Arctic Carving by Pat Lowther

They say it's country of dream:
so few go there

a cold place inside us
the body can't convert

There light falls in separate flakes
into the world mesh
Creation of all things
spreads outward

And there a man who had
never seen trees
was visited by trees of ivory
shaping themselves against his knife

No leaves suggested themselves
only rudiments of branching

only the blunt pure shapes
essence of trees
where like the mind at point zero
a white bird rested