The jacaranda are wet with color
And the heat is a great paintbrush, lending color to our lives
To the air and to out faces; but I'm going to Alaska
Where there's snow to suck the sound out from the air
Up, yes, in the branches
The purple blossoms go pale at the edges
There is meaning in the shifting of the sap and I see in them traces
Of last year, but then they hadn't grown so strong
And their limbs were more like wires, now they are cables
thick and alive with alien electricity
And I am going to Alaska
Where you can go blind just by looking at the ground
Where fat is eaten by itself
Just to keep the body warm
Because from where we are now, it seems, really
That everything is growing in a thousand different ways
That the soil is soaked through with old blood and with relatives
Who were buried here, or close to here, and they are giving rise
To what is happening. Or can you tell me otherwise?
I am going to Alaska, where the animals can kill you
But they do so in silence, as though if no one hears them
Then it really won't matter, I am going to Alaska
They tell me that it's perfect for my purposes
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