poem: calendar round

now to die
know this way
doorway into veins
the far running sky further each day
none matter jaguar's maquahuitl

so the curve bends itself around
a large boa but path of dream
here elaborate went away

rain on grass
the death rabbit is vulture
hiding with clouds above place of flower fields
little snakes
& nothing

for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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