From Poems with No First Names

i am a point
and dream of a point
eternity has four corners
i launch my lance into the eye of the heart
my feet balance the air
i lick the top and the bottom
the soul of the heart flies away
and plants an animal
the animal thrives
and laughs
and carves the air into a fan
i turn red like all redheads
i turn my key
like that
i close the door
i close the round
at last water spurts up between you and me
and carries the we
here
there
this way
that way
a bell sings in my mouth
this way
that way
it's the hour of the minute
it's the hour of the air

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