the primal scene of knowledge construction

in secret hiding i watched
the feathered rabbit shaman
fall off the cliff backwards
like a dive
which overlooked the sea
but every limb was tied
to long heavy rag rope streamers
which ended in strange
corkscrewing kites
so there he goes flying
on this day the wind
is always the same
to sacred isle he goes
where he meets his weird lover
and tends his stashes
there are lantern sculptures
all over sacred isle
the moon lives
in a howling well they say
on sacred island