WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:02.080 align:middle line:90% 00:00:02.080 --> 00:00:07.610 align:middle line:84% I become the canyon, its dreaming eye. 00:00:07.610 --> 00:00:11.660 align:middle line:84% In the last days of my marriage to God, 00:00:11.660 --> 00:00:17.360 align:middle line:84% I descended their spiraled library relentlessly navigating 00:00:17.360 --> 00:00:20.750 align:middle line:84% stacks of shell tempered mortuary offerings, 00:00:20.750 --> 00:00:25.210 align:middle line:84% sandstone sores recovered from the caves. 00:00:25.210 --> 00:00:29.140 align:middle line:84% I lingered on history's worn stone steps 00:00:29.140 --> 00:00:34.670 align:middle line:84% to write these things, to recollect myself. 00:00:34.670 --> 00:00:36.980 align:middle line:90% What had I unburied? 00:00:36.980 --> 00:00:39.650 align:middle line:90% What had I freed? 00:00:39.650 --> 00:00:45.080 align:middle line:84% And what is freedom from the human need to catalog and clock 00:00:45.080 --> 00:00:48.620 align:middle line:90% our porous lodes? 00:00:48.620 --> 00:00:54.730 align:middle line:84% I gazed, eyes closed, at the moon's cratered walls. 00:00:54.730 --> 00:00:58.270 align:middle line:84% Spiders encircled me spinning their silks 00:00:58.270 --> 00:01:01.480 align:middle line:84% as I listened to the tuning suspension 00:01:01.480 --> 00:01:04.780 align:middle line:84% of the underground particle colliders vibrating 00:01:04.780 --> 00:01:07.980 align:middle line:90% between silence and motion. 00:01:07.980 --> 00:01:12.150 align:middle line:84% By midnight, saplings had sprouted from my hand. 00:01:12.150 --> 00:01:15.210 align:middle line:84% The clouds dissolved into semicolons. 00:01:15.210 --> 00:01:20.460 align:middle line:84% And I with them into a new language of branching gestures. 00:01:20.460 --> 00:01:25.680 align:middle line:84% Airborne spores from one infinitesimal thread, 00:01:25.680 --> 00:01:28.020 align:middle line:90% a pattern. 00:01:28.020 --> 00:01:32.500 align:middle line:84% It was my first act of disappearance. 00:01:32.500 --> 00:01:36.100 align:middle line:84% I would return before anyone noticed poems 00:01:36.100 --> 00:01:41.400 align:middle line:84% to be found in the forest, not the mind. 00:01:41.400 --> 00:01:45.080 align:middle line:84% There's a canyon between this version of me, 00:01:45.080 --> 00:01:48.800 align:middle line:84% and the shadow on the stairs that is mine. 00:01:48.800 --> 00:01:53.680 align:middle line:84% I became this canyon, its dreaming eye. 00:01:53.680 --> 00:01:55.000 align:middle line:90%