Incantations [1]

      Pulse, this drone of bees—    in all that buzz
  &     not a flood     of copper.    What a roar to be once vibrato
        held inside    the mouth.    Perhaps there are teeth marks,

                        scattered shells, filaments
      of light bulbs gone-out. Wildness of the yellowed

     hangs low into nothing.      Delusions of lunatics
             landscape the mind; is grandeur of somnambulists.
                        The phenomena of conduction;
           a maker of wings lulling Basho,     cicadae ensemble--                  
          the formation     of assassins at dusk

HT Unwrap   Fuji crystal archive print
Copyright 1999, Carolyn Krieg

Copyright 2011,  Matina L. Stamatakis

Matina L. Stamatakis is a freelance photographer and writer who currently resides in upstate New York.   She is the author of Metempsychose (Ypolita Press, 2009), and EoS (Oystercatcher Press, 2010).

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