<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">angle pitch and flow</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">II</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><i class=""></i><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><i style="font-size: 14px;" class="">Death said, now I too am orphan.</i></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: 14px;" class="">Ghazal for the End of Time [Ledger]</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span style="font-size: 14px;" class="">Jane Hirshfield</span></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">Let seed burst be the act (fruition) of our intention</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">Let fruit rot be the soul-soil of our expression</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>giving from the death-edge of ripeness</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">May we be known by the ancestors</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">Known to have bodies and an integrity</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">Known to give flight to shadows and life to still water</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">This is a time to bring light into the cave of denial</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>where bat-sensitive receptors waken</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>where ancient paint-smeared hands feel their weight</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>and the weight of the pierced</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">May we be backed by the ancestors</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ancestors not of our lineage alone, but of our humanity</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">These bodies. Centered. Within their skin. Porous to the infinite.</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The place where life is held held as testing trail</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>a fruit orchard a burial ground. an old growth forest</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>a Tenderloin alley a scythe the print of foot in silt</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; min-height: 22px;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class="">These bodies. Held. Embraced. Fluid with power. Rooted.</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The home where we are taken home again</div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>an angle pitch and flow a vast night a silence </div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><br class=""></div><div style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Kurt Kuhwald</div></div></body></html>