so disheartened by a wave of deaths—they seem
to run like a spigot.
swarming lamps are fireflies, so
metaphorical to, the existential flame.
aside a chert rock, lies a witness, inanimate,
coerced into testimony.
I’ve seen a light, reflecting in
time, present tense, past tense, future tense, just rethinking.
a man palms a rook, searches his
dominion, sees chess as a metaphor, an impression, he grieves.
sandstone sits silently.
much clarity in contradiction, a
soul unwet and wet, entirety of body, sunk into a seat.
aside a winerock, sipping Zinfandels,
reading petroglyphs; some mystery, some ancient soul, fire!
I hear some, not many, speak about
values; an alluring language, deprived language, termites!
lockets made of emeralds, treasures
made of confetti, richer wisdom in maneuvering.
can’t speak of prudence, without
speaking of manipulation, positive, negative, both dissonance.
upon a necklace, revering a necktie,
knuckles knotted, telling an allegory.
