The Chase: First Day
The Chase – First Day Water breaks and there she blows gently down the stream. Alone again as when a girl but lulled by internal bowers never visited. Jungle greens and hot pinks pulsing drawing me in in in in the boat of my body in a gently tightening spiral to the spring the heart of light and darkness to meet the inconceivable her/not her conceived there and pushing out in the opposite direction double helix spinning up a whirlpool of interior compulsion with the first dull hints of pain gnawing at the outer edges of this direful zone. And birds, birds wheeling just above the bend as warning just before the grand god reveals herself and bites the boat in two. Sherry Robbins, from Or, the Whale, BlazeVOX [books]
Sherry Robbins 