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vircapio gale Jun 2013
dandelion seeds
too tight to fly--
frozen Spring lovers



stream breeze--
pollen ripples into sun,
brace of current bed



inflorescent burst--
                    hikers' boots beside a pool
                              on sun-baked rocks




green buds ***** the air--
in corymb echoes,
fuzz of leaves




water-sounds cascade--
moss-drops, trickles; dog-splash, falls;
gurgles under foot




the tones of waves
tiny on the smooth shore
lipping on






stem-length stars,
streaming rays of sun
and water's deep shade




gentle eddies over stone--
one world,
one world



froth twirl and tendril
under Spring brook shade--
so clear beneath





burl-sprouts misted bright,
cups of water,
forest thirst


                 waterfall gasp--
                                            the cold! the winter! now swim!
the first breaths


Spring Misogi--
pummeled muscles--
grin of mossy heart



your wet shirt against my chest
--hot love--
thunderous winter-melt


we sink laughing,
numb in Spring's fluids--
our voices drown


papaya lunch--
a tropic fruit
and i am home



sweaty backpack--
two beloved women hike,
my heart weightless


cliff-jumpers--
green from nostalgia,
i hit bottomless


cameras first,
avert canopy surprise--
Spring screen


black-backed iridesce--
warm beetle slips
in and out of scree



barefoot in the stream,
our hands and voices smooth--
ankle sprain



Spring paths--
a parent's visit
breathes new life

my womb-maker
from another life--
ageless comfort


her haiku eyes--
water shining sun green
bloom here again
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Inflorescence: a characteristic arrangement of flowers on a stem; a flower cluster. a flowering.
Misogi: Shinto purification ritual involving standing under a waterfall.
Corymb: a broad, flat-topped cluster of flowers in which the outer flower stalks are long and those toward the center progressively shorter.
vircapio gale Jun 2013
you were one of them,
from one of us, half-breed woven in--
hardened as a tool of war,
yet keen to have my heart.

my oppressors, free to vote,
**** and ****** on occasion--
they surround me now,
standing, coming forth in turns.

all has changed, it is the same.
i am strewn on sharpest leaves
to satisfy the needs our mothers always served--
be another mixing, nothoi bearing womb.

would you kiss me here
as you did in summer nights?
or stare unblinking at the laughs,
and lift me from the muddied earth?

will you love me equally?
will you set this pain aside
and meet me in our secret wood again?
--beyond the torches, arrive for me
a face of rage and fury wielding bronze
cut them into jets of red,
sever from your lineage
and bind us to a single fate?

alone our eyes were unafraid,
we made delight in safe, warm, dark--
sparked our love into an endless open eye
that gazes still, in bushes, roots of ease, not guilt









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The helots, a subjugated population of ancient Sparta, "were ritually mistreated, humiliated and even slaughtered: every autumn, during the Crypteia, they could be killed by a Spartan citizen without fear of repercussion... Krypteia or crypteia (from κρυπτός / kruptós, 'hidden, secret things') was a tradition involving young Spartans, part of the regime of Spartan education."

"The Spartans used helot women to satisfy the state's human personnel needs: the '*******' (nothoi) born of Spartan fathers and helot women held an intermediary rank in Lacedaemonian society...and swelled the ranks of the citizen army. It is difficult to determine whether these births were the results of voluntary liaisons (at least on the part of the father) or part of a formal state program. Girls born of such unions, serving no military purpose, were likely abandoned at birth and left to die."

^ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Helots
^ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crypteia
^ J. Tregaro, "Les bâtards spartiates" ("Spartan *******"), in Mélanges Pierre Lévêque, 1993
vircapio gale May 2013
function here in waves,
playful rose of fractal dance between the ashen
i-am-nesses fused --
what else can say existence
like you   are like me?
that atoms mine are yours
coinciding kinds
in kind collide in braving symbols wide.
no interference holds amid the swing
from dark to light,
eternal constancy
of varied essence striking
joy on joy a smitten fullness-
breath of overcoming desperation's wrath
regrown particulates of god undead
of final unities no longer dark,
no longer merely one among






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again, compelled by DM's engaging poetry,
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-sound-of-collapse/
vircapio gale May 2013
the bomb does not explode. there,
only aftermath is real like amputations
thoughts are cutting through my flesh
from years ago. when that marine
i went to high school with told us
of his tumor, the surgery he
couldn't pay for. the nuclear facility
he was stationed by. his bunk-mates,
their brains cut also, angry now
and as he loudly spoke beneath
his bandaged head we nodded, cut his
story out as perhaps true, not worth
looking into
vircapio gale May 2013
polish those internment touting charms
vircapio gale May 2013
create poetic Kosmos
there, red sun --
mereologize a green sun too
(you speak clear paradox to me)
for where identity's own space expands
time allows all forms
a selfhood c^2
color blind i blink at flashes of the light-tips' turning-spins,
which speak pre-lingually from you,
red-green sun, one you
--in your veins, explosive
substance-meanings weaved in nescience,
all-that-is-else that is guidance of the is,
searching, guiding
origins originating proto-wise
a brain of star-potential...
in trustful shine of seeing mind..
your changing knowledge
permanently scriptureless
and scripture-birthing
--honest propheteer from out of time,
claiming rightful throne-identity
with star-stuff sovereignty of all...
a sun from here will crown you just the same
again galactic numbers over,
yet also slave to speaking kingship all alone






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(this write compelled itself after reading DM's engaging poem, "the red sun" --
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-red-sun/
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