the
stir pot fae song of cosmology
ringing
with chronicity
wave
local joints
are
eating time
chewing
chaos
into
fierce vines
the
Mawmets sweeten
with
the haze of June
shorten
the dark to breathless
they
bare throat the tide swell raptures
in
the cull of let go frenzies
they
cup the tender insistence
of
what humanity’s thoughts do
squeezing
through
the
veil magic of night
peddlers
along the way
to
where the ferrymen know
we
will all be coming to
charm
the elements
and
wait for us to want
at
the edge of our every abyss
to
deepen us with a hunger
not
to know
what
comes next
slow
build
quiet
crept
armies
of dew
pierce
skinny matter
with
ladders to
the
Moon and back
strung
lanterns
finger
pull
the
caught water
hiding
eyes
in
the canopies of trees
the
murmur pour of destinies
wait
for freewill in the tall grasses
and
ancient insect harmonies keep turning
click,
click click against the wheel
each
glimpse savored
in
this full sumptuous ripe
is
waiting for us to just dig in
the
sin here is not enjoying ourselves
tiny
mothers
lace
the sharp moment
of
every birth
pocket
ashes and posies
throw
themselves into
the
morphic fields
between
magnetism
and
wanting to fall
the
lush tapestry
of
every unseen
is
always waiting
for
Summer
to
shimmer hold
radiance
and roll
in
one gorgeous
belly
laugh bloom
as
slow petal gravities
swirl
in the arms of galaxies
this
is where stars
pearl
memory
peel
ceilings
into
cemeteries of
burning
light
this
is where we
have
always craned
our
necks and lost
track
of space
our
place
our
picket fences
our
cardboard rents
our
reams of paper numbers
blood
writing our names
in
randomly generated
mechanical
identity algorithms
this
is where
we
sing the chorus
of
tick tick tocking
of
tick tick tocking
clocking
why
the
desire to rise
roots
into every one of us
all
the way to where
our
molecules give up reason
to
have a soul
that
doesn’t ever need
to
know what time it is
EJR
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