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Falling in Love

Sometimes you fall through a deepening crack,
Mt. Etna burns in your throat, and you spit out broken shards
of clay, coiled like a snake around your own ashes.
Maybe a hole in the sky
opens to strike you down on the way to Damascus
or maybe you walk through a wall on the way
to somewhere else cloaked in invisibility and feathers
of the Great Horned Owl. You've never been here before
and you're a little queasy at first, a little tipsy from
too much sugar in your bloodstream. But then it's
taken a lifetime to bend like a reed, hasn't it? To be hollow
and filled with nothing
and let the wind play you, your breath on fire, your
hands asleep with a poet's pen, your mind betrayed by all that silence.

It is here you awaken for the first time, for the last time.
Poems from the inside out haunt you for the rest of your life
and all that is evergreen stays with you, challenging you,
challenging you. But you've forgotten who you are--
a god with clay feet, trying to remember the music.

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you always have a way with your final stanza, and just like many of yousr I have read. this last stanza did not disappoint.

"It is here you awaken for the first time, for the last time.
Poems from the inside out haunt you for the rest of your life
and all that is evergreen stays with you, challenging you,
challenging you. But you've forgotten who you are--
a god with clay feet, trying to remember the music."

The title is just right for this gem!

Eddie
...

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

How you tumble, in the rumble of lif'e' s volcano, this is terrific,
what does one say...? Such different dramatic moments
so different, just as they are, wonderfully translated into words.

My feet are turned almost to clay their numbness odd
as I walk through the woods of my life from now on.
I ignore them as best I can, and watch all.

Ann.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

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