6.
Dark River
winding
thru shared
night
disappearing
below Day's time
reappearing
in a stream
from blank
mountain-side.
Discreet
progress—
like electrons
leaping valences—
does not confound
connection
but binds
with invisible
workings
our one life
across barriers
of Days
7.
Rainmaker of my dreams,
Djambuwal,
with meteor-spear
and water-tornadoes
rain down
your seeds
that become fish
in my rivers
I'll catch them
with quietness
and offer you
the form
of their transmuted
energy
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