by Michael Shorb
(07/16/08)
even the shadow
of a movement
deeper creates
waves of joy
a full thrust
charges the gates
with exploding colors
over and over
we rock back and forth
building this
deep gut fire
slow in our loins
climbing and building speed
moaning in that delicious
helplessness approaching
musty quicksilver's edge
only to
fall back
to earth
both spent and invested.