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  • Do you remember how the trail that switchbacked up to the quartz mine seemed to have gone on for miles didn't it ?
    Then like an explosion !Kablooey! a quarry
    of gilded and luminescent stone about faced us as if it were a temple.

    Golden alder leaves shimmy like sequins on the dress of a Parisian chanteuse.
    We danced to the songs of
    Fortuny
    Lao Tzu Black Elk & the Pixies
    Acropolis Eames Gaudi
    Stonehenge Chartres Altamira
    Vortex Filament Lysergic
    Bride Descending the Staircase fragment/broken glass
    Psychokiller.

    Black mica shards cut through my sandals.
    I crush the quartz in my teeth as if it were ice.

    I once trusted the whiteness (& the wilderness) but now know that darkness was always there, wasn’t it?
    Not in the mica but in the caverns of glistening rock.

    My heart was tender as a mountain peak.
    Your's was an alder staff gliding along the river like an otter foraging for salmon.

    I have replaced my blood with the green of reflected pools and sink holes.
    My hair has grown mossy and wicked.

    You'll live happily ever after now
    as I remain here
    on this hilltop
    you
    once
    hung
    your hat on.
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