8/26/1989 - my month, day, and year of birth
This was the poem verse daily posted on my birthday titled No.7, Black Form, 1964 by Martin Rock
Raven desired a doorway to language
so he turned himself into a grain of sand
& crawled inside your glass of water.
He grew inside you until every color was influenced
by his thirst to speak. In this mythology,
pillars of smoke outside your window: a dark planet perceived as the coming of night.
The clouded roman helmet is also a feather
& the faces have crows' feet mewling from their eyes. Stare at an unchanging object
and you cause change around it. So prove the stars.
Remain fixed & the future approaches as liquid& all is swallowed. So shows the river. Here we kneel
to drink. Here our skulls fuse like bottles in the fire.
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