Tuesday, October 10, 2017

something

Hear her drilling down there
rare mineral vein in the rock
that swells out the sail

rugs on bannister bird in the street
be suspicious of the wind;

trust Vāc. Wet leaves
shiny in the dark of mind.

All the way in and all the way out.

Go whole or go home.

Symmetry is suspect
(a definition of the wind).

You’re in danger of how normal I am.
like animals that live between extremes,
snowflakes.
Petrarch, says Pindar.
An air that comes between
the empty aether and the sun.


A salmoning fall.

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