Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Foxes Muse The Valleys

 

spiders are sickling bugs, webbing and

spawning, patience creates miracles. men

and women, Erectus beings, scholars

losing something precious—unthawed

frustration, nectar rich angers, a mind

with aggressive moths.

 

gray ether, blueberry bagels, more

composition.

 

laughs crying out, attuned to silence,

partial to thought-cubs at play.

 

fathoms deep. benthic seas. excavated

by strangers.

 

peppered by insecurities. adoring

wrong conceptions. many need empathies.

 

I love without premise—like some axiom

—heaving inside an elusive story.

 

so supernatural, at some stratosphere,

made decent enough to step away.

 

the pendulum is waxing richly.

buffering inconclusions. watching a

moose gnaw on leaves.

 

upon fine threads, upon a rosary, so

much distance between us.

PS.

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