tenderending

do i dream the earth's dreams
half-dissolved innocent in silk
a vortex of unconscious song
do i travel a many splendored humiliation
between she and her reverent satellites
tasting of the silver vibrating essence of
fools who dwell upon her dark crescent
to build churches for them
to dance with elements of non-being
is it i who yelps longingly with coyotes
for bloods of the new bardo
or am i an android dreaming of electric sheep
on the dark side of the earth
you never see

is it told by stars that light will sweat
and make a language of textures slipped
filtered through the singing trees
shared among bodhisattvas and chupacabras
banging away eternal youth on warped space
meeting allies in caves and
dancing like awkward foreign worms
never straying from our common abyss
am i not that
pierced by a familiar light
subdued by electric natives with
a wooded breath reaching back
with or without earth
on the dark side of the word
you never see