dry winter draft

again about a separate dream
again o symbol
intersection with wings
the wings still
the burning rages
propellers
machined
above covered ground like deer skin
strange shapes in the underneath
freezing
deer black alveoli
I stopped; I broke
on a pattern that I have never seen before
this earth like this
my raw edge a pattern, too

the sun is coming!
the shadow has gone
everything in silence
pieces of ice of fire of this land
hardened
my people survive
ruthlessly
by wire and combustion

embrace death
I didn't see any birds today
except in his poem
and in the movie last night
dying bird in hand
dying man

the cloud bank we are approaching

dies too
there is no moisture on the ground
dry hills
my palm
plateaus

I walked through the west with a fishhook in my throat
No
in my heart
i'm sinking to the bottom
cold river
gravel pad
to be pulled up-- 

by you
--
here are the crying
here are the trees
the forest ecosystem here
snow on this old mountain peak
lumber
with an illness

with a life
and personality
trees stand on their own
the mountain must never 

be below my humanity
and still
I'll take a picture when we pass
get ready
get ready
and on the eastern side the hills are bare, in the gorges the snow keeps
what will happen to the world?
I see where someone welded the wing of this plane
i'm flying

--
Am I an animal?
who wants to live in this world
I am human?
in love with a terrible
psychology
hail the blue clouds of the morning 
hail frozen trees
do not unfreeze
arctic fox
I am dreaming of you