that gold

that gold in a Gauguin sky
crocus stamen something of a star
glimmer in the blood elemental
passage of large numbers of wild animals
sky at twilight winter-burnt grass
when distance between you & you turns
solid or inhabited again by gold
nothing to tell nothing happens
unless some piercing of horizontal flash
gold-speckled lightning pass
across weathered wood that is
solid gold
string beads on it that
dash against one another thus
incarnadine impact casts flames
profuse wild fabulous
immersed in icewater they form
inviting fissures as in
certain ceramic arts or
crack open in the
palm of the hand

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