What kind of precipice waits to surprise at land’s end?

What knife-point separation

or veiled and floating meniscus-horizon

between celestial and terrestrial?

A spinning yawn of black

into which oceans cascade

to spill, and mist, and ricochet against the stars

Or does the land end where the body begins?

Two substances mingling in decay

dry and wet

from which earth and flesh regenerate

feasting upon each other

turning

again and again

a marbled suchness

in which the wax and wane and flow

of all matter heave

and pass in evolution

Or do land and body rest always in each other?

Body within land

Land within body

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Geraldine Barlow

Curator / Writer / Creator 2006