reckonings | rapture

Summer begins like a missing tooth,
a warm hole to sink one’s self into,
an intimate understanding
of the body having layers.
Repeat the shape
of golden hills rolling
and monotonous longing,
a parade of clouds,
gentle light, seizures of faith—
quiet, loud, quiet—ritualized violence
sincerely and with resolution demanding
this world stay on fire.

temporary hours [glitch], location unremembered, January 2022

“Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.“
—Raymond Carver

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