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Kristin Prevallet
FREE FALL
I came to the top
of this very same hill
(side piercing site!
o horrible steep!)
Well-flown birds call “surge! marjoram! marjoram!”
From here I conjure sight
and see how goes the world:
feelingly along
with no eyes:
(they’ve been
used for
flower pots)
anthill spurts and coughs
mice cock and topple down
headfirst, then leap upright
to hoard what’s left of the gold
From here I see how goes the world;
“i’the clout, i’the clout: hewgh”
I see madness and with a line of reason,
trace the falling leaf —
with wild imagination wonder:
where is justice
when all hails the thief?
BECAUSE LOVE IS A FORCE
The state of love is impermanent:
not unlike Wisconsin.
And not unlike the weather:
always changing depending
on variations in the condition.
Lightning storms in the low wet hills:
electricity from the ground rises up
to meet the moisture of the clouds
the sky turns green, and then black .
The state of love is impermanent
not unlike chaos:
a system whose state is highly sensitive to perturbation.
Or history:
a synthesis of forces imposed in time
that fundamentally change
the conception of time.
In such variable conditions:
one day we can be living in the midst of silos, cows, wheat, and corn.
The next day (so says the economist)
the flow of capital changes our rural landscape
and money starts to flow differently.
The state of love is a force
that changes how a system
evolves with time.
This is a permanent state of tumult
temporarily known as:
whenever you are
(here).
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