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I dream a dance of human hearts limbs coupling in grass without uniforms, badges or bayonets under eyelids What do you dream of! I dream of secret stones passed preciously between friends of unbroken heads on school buses. What do you dream of! I dream of soldiers going home for good bread baking in love's opulent oven children safe asleep in bed a woman undressing in the light of her man's eyes; I dream of an incessant trip to the stars. What do you dream of! R1 A red bird taking flight from the egg-ftlled nest of night from the summits I take flight feeling your sunlit hands upon my trembling breast, wings burning my pulse of thunder chants in the dawn chants your name, old and arcane as the black jeweler god of the Aztecs ancient and bright as burning feathers a rainbow dropping gems of light, beside me as I plummet seeking the worm, the fish of your love Daily I lift this land in my hands, daily crumble and fondle its dirt and know our future: My country: A river dancing naked in the day's sweet laughter, coming out of the night of lynch ropes, tar and feathers, gasoline on flesh reservations of small pox and sterilizations liquor and cavalry massacres helmets, hammers, swords, missles, and crying, out of my flesh stretched over the tom-tom o-ver the conga and work song over the snare drum over the mountains of bones over the oceans of blood: COUlYTRY A SOI'fO our 01" 1fAIUDf/45 COlJtmfY You, dressed now in stones, crown skirt, and wines coming.

R1 LlKl! A I'LOWBR GROWl'f fROM TIe Like A Flower Grown From Fire I want to keep you young lithe alive with a wave's full curve to your hips the moist green of a tendril a dark vine curling up stone digging deep into my breast into my soul filling me with your foliage I want to keep you young each morning in song in the encirclement of my arms I want you to give birth to you to see you singing in your shower of my joy in full sonor effervescent effulgent efflorescent foliar I want you young to feel my very ribs opening like the earth perpetually diurnally beneath your touch your gaze of sun and rain to feel you grow out of me each morning in song small trembling terribly green with love, my love in full fruit Ulm A I'LOWER OROWl't I'ROM I'IR/!

I dream a dance of human hearts limbs coupling in grass without uniforms, badges or bayonets under eyelids What do you dream of! I dream of secret stones passed preciously between friends of unbroken heads on school buses. What do you dream of! I dream of soldiers going home for good bread baking in love's opulent oven children safe asleep in bed a woman undressing in the light of her man's eyes; I dream of an incessant trip to the stars. What do you dream of! R1 A red bird taking flight from the egg-ftlled nest of night from the summits I take flight feeling your sunlit hands upon my trembling breast, wings burning my pulse of thunder chants in the dawn chants your name, old and arcane as the black jeweler god of the Aztecs ancient and bright as burning feathers a rainbow dropping gems of light, beside me as I plummet seeking the worm, the fish of your love Daily I lift this land in my hands, daily crumble and fondle its dirt and know our future: My country: A river dancing naked in the day's sweet laughter, coming out of the night of lynch ropes, tar and feathers, gasoline on flesh reservations of small pox and sterilizations liquor and cavalry massacres helmets, hammers, swords, missles, and crying, out of my flesh stretched over the tom-tom o-ver the conga and work song over the snare drum over the mountains of bones over the oceans of blood: COUlYTRY A SOI'fO our 01" 1fAIUDf/45 COlJtmfY You, dressed now in stones, crown skirt, and wines coming.

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