Here I am lain on a golden plinth. This is a dream. This is an invocation. May my body be a vessel, relieved of mind and will. May my mind wander through unreality believing many things both true and false. May I be suggestible. May I be taken with you, and you, and you, and by you in reality. There is value in vulnerability. If I lose myself, I will have more to give. I am confounded by this logic when I am awake. You are full of blood, but I am not ravenous and I do not lose control.
“THERE’S NO THROUGH TRAIL” —HAN-SHAN, TRANSLATED BY GARY SNYDER
About Robyn Groth
Robyn Groth (she/her/hers) is a poet and bookmaker living in the Midwest with her husband, three sons and three cats. She has an MA in linguistics, and her work is published or forthcoming in Autofocus, CALYX Journal, and Ruminate Magazine.
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