what do we want do we know maybe no
we may be blessed
but yes, whatever it is,
please be just out of reach
we preach every breach you know
because we always want now to be it, so ...
what I feel the Earth is doing is rebuking our authority
we either feel it or perish or at least punch holes in our soul
so all the observable cats
and spaces the electrons went
in our snow globes, disappear
the soul as unstoppable seems an idea
like the Martian atmosphere
there then not
there then not
there then not ...
JEdgarHoover P Resident
forever shady huck
stirred from other side
Welsh fae in cahoots with old roots
hagstones knead any demons afoot,
especially those that be hearth hangers
the kind of soot covering the Sun
if ye let them, mischief makers
they like to hear what we think when
sack cloth is thrown over daylight
they find us entertaining, despite ourselves ...
vignette wavered accordion measures
aka how pieces of me wander off :
ghost jaw harp choralists talk drumming
desert sand quartering wind,
thoughts of thirsty willows
bogs too, with cattails
and wood ducks
in an ever Spring
turning towards Summer
they sing cicada
in cycle uterus here,
an always dreamed of place
or otherwise thought paradise too ...
the taste of witch
is where
rivers run skin
treed to bleeding
till and sword o'er
covering the hollowed halls
hallowed bones once ago, we are
facets, branches, herbs, clays and metals,
the kettle rain again, we are gear clocking eons
and I have only begun to listen ...
to myself and to all the coins
in the fountains, voices calling mountains ...
the Goddess laces pace-breaths with why we clutch at things
desperate to feel something real, outside our own desires ...
scene cuts to my phone booth
tooth brushing up on ancient copper mines
here, where I call myself stilled, catching my breath
always pursuing the poem, in what's left
of the brave new world ...
EJR ©
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