billyfivecrows

Earth-air and water...

It was love, as tenderly
As the neck of a turtle
Lunges like an arrow, soft

Wattle. You're worried
That the sail's ravaged.
You're worried like a savage

Toad chewing charcoal
In a sphere, one smooth
Wall all around, a sound

Of flies not dinner and
Black spit, deep-gray
Shade, he

Swallowed. (Something

The world makes, damn it.

Something the world makes
No mind for but in parade
Of beach-withered smile

And mile after mile
Of rosy teeth and kneeling.
Are you blind? Of course

We breathe to see movement
We know egg rushes
We know bed improving stars

Through solid arc of dream-face.

It's a real world we teach, reach.

It's a dead-place full of morning.

It's a warning, not a decoy. Here

Is your patience, earth-air

And water

Folded in

At the graces

Of its edge...)


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