December 23, 2012

past the addendum borealis...

gliding in...

when does feeble coercion become insurrection, a corrective reflexive revolution
becomes another tipping point, a sonnet of old instrumentation and folk songs,
a balancing spun ball, a unicycle ridden by a seal honking clapped fins for all

the china is clamored broken rain, 
everything you have to gain when out
pirating goddess treasure
all that can be lost without a map
if you are too greedy to remember sharing kindness
serve every need first, promise nothing
but a love of now, string the clouds
like caught vines, brush the paths with
herbs, stoke the fires with wine 
garrison each season with its own spies that
love when reason stops to hide 
and says I can’t take it, anymore…


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