Monday, October 20, 2014

#Inktober Day 20, "Through the Gates."

"Perhaps the death mother like the birth mother
does not desert us but comes to tend
and produce us, to make room for us
and bear us tenderly, considerately,
through the gates, to see us through,
to ease our pains, quell our cries,
to hover over and nestle us, to deliver
us into the greatest, most enduring
peace, all the way past the bother of
beyond the finework of frailty,
the mishmash house of the coming and going,
creation's fringes,
the eddies and curlicues."

-from "An Improvisation for Angular Momentum," by A.R. Ammons

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