to I on explosions

[the mingo]

to I on explosions
- their will versus desert beginnings -
rush time remains without mouths growing
rush light tide nude mouths growing without up images
flow imagination of children growing children
it's white it's of rising these without sun images flow
& the prophet's time with mouths growing
- fleshed speed without light -
images flow words toward things still that remain
go things have gone under the older light
fleshed of sun the comment without tide
so the moon rises & only one thing is for certain
the mice are in the ceiling working hard
lured on toward various glorious failures
shedding their antlers when the mating is done

[WIREMAN]

this poem makes me stop and think mingo, i will definitely read a couple more times...