THOMAS LOWE TAYLOR
Thomas Lowe Taylor (anabasis Press) lives in southwestern Washington State
on the Long Beach Peninsula and co-publishes Xtant Magazine with Jim Leftwich.
His latest book is "A Mandala for her of the earth's whole place and name" and
"The One, the Same, and the Other", ($13 ppd), anabasis.Xtant Books, 814 - 318
Place, Ocean Park WA 98640. He has work online in Word for Word, eratio,
samsara, Xpressd, EXP, MPRSND, tin lustre mobile, 5 trope, Moria, Big Bridge,
BlazeVox2k4, Great Works, QLRS. His email is firstname.lastname@example.org.
(from) The Homages of Eagle
Yr eyes, the same air folds you back
inside the songs we are, and smooth
to see the shores afloat the same again
as lights, and drift across the lanes
at love her toss & gleam, the room
wd peal across the floating heart, yr
lips loose leap, simpler times arrive, and
home this score, her eyes are rooms, I'd
call the doorway open open, the very same
impression painted house : begins the center
of the work, begins this song throughout
a name and call recalled again we mark
this light from chaos drawn this light
is love, and maps us sharper flown
in simple single acts, again the stories
bloom to score specific names, eagled.
You are, then, drawn along the sky,
to time recall'd, a face along,
among yr others call'd the ship at
juncture flown her eyes are sum
the charge alert, wd love the spin
within; as eyes, as light, as
goes between the signs for love, a
flying sign again between her
legs, a spot, and tensed released
the light exposures poet thorough
lines are also eyes and shoals the
oars are wrapped yr sails are
wool to score the seas in blue
days moved throughout repeats
the opening of love is another light
beginning in the day you are.
Term affirmed, water crossing, into.
I am within the same day settles;
sincerity, entered, the simpler signs resist.
but holding to, oar applied, his season
for rotation's schemes after light, in
Event the rest rests. Love-arrived, a
gerund. Would cling to air received, err
float, forward flaps her nines, at.
If it goes forward, driven, named, the
days we are wd float, perfect seeing
calls the waves aground, my licenses
received, a bathroom plan & scheme
for pleasure's song reviewed tonight.
shines her lips are melons sung.
and eye along yr back, is show
for light to enter in behind.
Makes align a line, hearing. Would
clear these sharper eases, formed at
the world's cross & pole, view review is
scene & strong : dawn, hard, dream-on.
she holds along and sends it down
to mark apace yr flying, meets him
said together blue to scheme her back
and opened light this eagle-flower, a
name & sign you are, unlocked again
is love's wave at simpler heat, cloud
dragon-sky, eye at leaping-in to wait
the inner workings made revealed, and
made example, said unconscious, even;
the world's power made like this,
particle joined in throng's mass
controlled examples, love's, passion.
Grace-fire, term turn & spin, her
finger in, for love, & light's fire
flames outer sung the rest, rests,
flown from sign these poles return
the simpler waves are new, a world
collapsed is hardly refuge, children.
yr noises late at night recall the dream.
milk my hand, this telephone, yr sighs
arrive. Love's permanence, names the
day at fires twice together comes,
on yr back & folded open, sprays the
top off, yr head to push me in &
sigh at sign & song, as sung, this
butterfly hot-rocks, yr rolling in my
heart, the same eyes brown together in
behind yr tubes are lighted from within.
Would clear, yr heart's favor sending.
doorways soon resume, to seasons airs
this calm returns, or weapons drawn to
flower, shorn about; some climb to see
them in the room, yr feet against my
shoulders, fingers flash, and driving
in around yr pleasures, gasp to tight
release resumes the flying bird is
woven out from light to calm the same
signs are love's own time the spaces
drawn at thigh my tongue is song
enough for words, perhaps, again.
would claim, for you, love's names
my own children, arm-heart, eye-
strong and willing life to tangle out
within these rooms the signs arrive.
Yr faces forced like light as further
stood the roof the same: an artist
and his model says the pictures of
yr pleasure please me both to take
them in between our songs to make
the dream I had become a simpler
act than you'd imagine, down along
our days. And understand, what's
private grows between our hands &
makes the work more plentiful, as
open in between yr legs, a pretty
face resembles going along, I
thought I'd tell you this, that what
you'd reamed before, the same for
me, we'd find a way to make it
true in single frames, this face together.
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