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Thanks Patrick, It's angles. Not sure what angels have to do with breasts, but we all have them, so maybe angels (which I believe are usually seen as asexual beings) have them as well. But breasting as a verb - your choice of confront, advance against, climb, overcome etc I feel so lost these days, with any luck I'll never be found (sounds like the reverse of a hymn). Cheers, Jill ________________________ Jill Jones www.jilljones.com.au Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones ----- Original Message ----- From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" To: Cc: Sent:Wed, 18 Apr 2018 12:30:53 +0100 Subject:Re: Snap: Here We Are Hi Jill a lot going on here would that be angels not angles ? sits oddly with all that breasting? I got a bit lost (often happens these days) On 18/04/2018 04:50, Jill Jones wrote: > > HERE WE ARE > > > > thin silver wind in eucalypts > > dust the precious drowsy sweetness > > yellow in open morning turn > > to autumn magpie, kookaburra > > corella, pigeon even in bird rage > > for territory sweets in windowed air > > every minute o that remarkable > > what would nectar do o you angles > > of dawn, breasting dawn o seriously > > feathers out there 150 million kilometres > > of light o sunspot activity Asian cyclones > > o melting Antarctica here we are > > openings in sea fissures in the electric > > the dream in wake on walls the big dance > > shadow thick night sings bye-bye-bye > > o breath, I and you breath then breathe > > this shadow wake for the not numbed > > o let me stretch forth for another > > and it comes into me this day like > > this day what’s not wrong is not wrong > > and round the room high in the aerials > > every digital wing what sing! > > dream carcass empties sleepless empties > > sorry worry empties here full > > the blast of traffic into a space > > o glittery space fleet thin silver > > immense 150 million gold waving oxygen > > to taste and to tempt > > this kiss welcome here my skin > > here my walk again here I am > > a part and who is that flickering the door > > parcels of dust and making footsteps > > making more dust in every > > clever molecule all the leaves are grey > > so they shine > > ________________________ > Jill Jones > www.jilljones.com.au > > Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press > http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones > >