Nothing estranges a river more
Than its split out to sea.
The undercurrent roars
Past steelhead and salmon,
Past shorelines of kelp and
Seabrush, through city and
Town to a time, still
As the constellation's rim
They trace. And air tangible like
Steam trails forest into ocean as
All movement becomes mass. The
Gaussian space of assumed bodies,
The rhizome between layers
Of spirit and mind, current and past.
And we are pied by a moon to its
Shiny lure at bottom. Take flight
In the migration of form to symbol,
Life to state. Hold
Nature distributed like stars
In the palm of our face.
David's work has appeared in The Hollins Critic, The Northern Michigan Journal, The American Literary Review and The Reader (Oxford University). David serves as lead editor for a publication called Recursive Angel and has published a collection entitled "Between Absolutes" available by illiterati of Alexandria, VA.
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