sarcastic
seer
my
derogatory divination
was
argued from an ambrosia-fog
a crept mist of forcing myself to forget
normalcy
in order to survive
an
incremental kill or be killed
a
rolling in, predator or pray
you’re
not eaten today
a rabbit
quick heart
gathering
the fleshy boughs
and
seeds when I feel
my cracking clay thirst
for
the rain again
with its patter rhythm reminding you
that
the price for seeing others
is
sometimes not being able
to
see yourself
you
might become too
wired
to the subtext
you
might only see
that
why is a field
of
wave energy impulses
with
spindle thin metal legs
trying
to forge smiles
over
the rapid consumption
of
your humanity
you
might not see
that
this raw exposure
can
add to the burned-in
parts
of your soul
you
might not understand
that
the body
of
Summer is in repose
waiting
for you to eat Her
that
Her flowers and sills
are
spilling purpose
into
every bloom
of
desire She can find
you might not smell
the scent-maps of time
She folds into every star
waiting in line
fork
and knife in hand
with
a corner store convenient
friendly
counter service
intention
for more
sate inside them
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