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'nature's children' timothy r gates, 7/15/2009

ran through the lilies
irises
pine cones under my feet,
left dimples, pressed in
on the hill side,
singing everything recalled,
then singing
everything not recalled
the other two hills sang
back
and, me, too, back
yellow, offset with
blood red imprints
charcoal nose indentions
even the weeds hymned,
snow beards blown from their stems
nature's children
leaped, swirled, skipped
sat.
we still
do.

'body electric' timothy r gates, 7/14/2009

body electric,
but of course,
hunger fed
insatiably satiated
secrets never closed
to all
held by some
too long
till
opened
heard
known
to hell with the bs
heaven's bliss, present
when secrets
are baptized
envisioned
illusions throw away
delusions,
hypnotized
mystery
of the sublime
touch
now
free.
open your eyes,
nothing changed,
other than, now,
seeing.