Jul 15, 2014

Rondel With Moles And Mountain

Written by Paul Nemser

Read by Joshua Robbins

We’ll go alone into the darkest part.
The sky’s wet rust, the camellia maze a ruin.
Why should it stop us that our eyes are gone?
This is love’s year, and week, and day. A chart

is ink, and ink soon smears. Black wind. The route
all streaks and steams. In these caves, one star makes noon.
We’ll go alone into the darkest part.
The sky’s wet rust, the camellia maze a ruin.

With our pink paws, we’ll shovel mounds of silt
to tunnel to the shrine of Qingcheng Shan.
Past the long bridge, bleak by the plummy moon,
we’ll drink the waterfalls. I’ll rub your heart.

We’ll go alone into the darkest part.

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