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Both Together

Mark Fleury

Both together are me
And you: Serpent finishes
What I start. One to two. Sound to

Light. Example: I might just be
The size of a mite to the body
I compare myself with, a syllabic
Parasite, feeding on the earth

Itself. My eyes,

Unified by an October wind,
Start their work of seeing one

With two in spring’s hub,
The middle of a tree’s blooming pain.

The grid there,

That the forms consist of – petals,
Leaves, twigs, branches – are infinite
Rows of cubed prison cells.

They’re sections of a map,
A different past life imprisoned
In each one. Each an alcove off of
The same place escape-tunneled to.

Maybe each letter in the poem
Is a separate cell door, and each
Can disappear in the aether

Of their own Serpent’s body.
And while in this world, form’s
In charge of protecting the tree house

Entrance. The rain trickles in,
From outside, through the maze of
Serpent’s two-sided brain.

There the lie of leaving one’s body –
Twice kissing where a Tarot card

Exits – is a street where form
Is less real than the space it’s in.
The Serpent is the asphalt, a hole
To fall into the sentence imagined by language,

For getting the feeling of
Each leaf on the tree being a flame
At the heart of a red sun’s texture.
The fibrous twists of threaded
Nerves, tendons, muscles and blood,
Rippling the hair of hell,
Is as real as the activity of the

Void – the ring of unfolded wings – can be.



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