Tender Rills

Elizabeth Pinborough

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If Gods are poeming Kolob,
if I am poeming God, if we are
poems to each other,

A word is more than a destination
than a path, than a map.

A word is an impulse, an action potential
clanging changing

S t a t e s a l o n g mental
wires slicked with
myelin and sluiced by calcium.
I do not know how it works. Poems (are more than knowing) >
arranged around not knowing > more >
than senses spinning sounds.
Poems are alchemy: