Revolutions Robert Priest From: The Visible Man. Toronto: Unfinished Monument Press, 1980.
i am a tall white thing that birds fly out of that is why you see me in the morning so open-mouthed and foolish the doctor said "you are upside down you have a large wounded thing in your mouth i would advise you to cry" but i said "no doctor you are wrong i am tremulous and exultant—a green strand drawn from the throat of a flower i am the magnet the wind arrives at finally those are songs you see lodged in me if i cry there will be no passion in it i have tried again and again to throw off these robes of water but wherever i have whirled them— there the drunken—the inexhaustible flowers have followed and come groping up to me with praises why should i cry?" "you're upside down" he said "no" i replied, and i began to revolve in the air in front of him "you think it must be somewhere near here that the ground is the suicides have told you the rain and snow have told you it's down below somewhere under the houses but they are wrong and you are wrong i am that dancing man who kicks over the jug of the stars those are my tracks across the moon
wherever i put my feet that is where the ground is