PATRICK MILIAN
The Music Theories
You feel most fully
when you’re fleeing
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You feel most fully
when you’re fleeing
years rioting
against the fallacies of form
Spring air races through rooms:
a joyous child.
line ’em up, count time. night cuffed the dying light.
At dusk, the snow is determined as ever.
I quiver among the weeds.
Summer, at once, a field of violated water, or:
the violet energy of bruises.
when it pierces my skin
I tremble without panic
what creature calls with notes
above the rattle?
If God blessed vegetation, fish, birds and beasts, /
then humans, did s/he get around to the rocks?