A Brief Attunement

A car sounds like

a breeze.

A sneeze of leaves

through the noses of

trees.

A quickly pealing pair of

tiring tyres.

Screeching steeple

belles.

Hark or hail.

Who goes there?


Conceal to reveal

weal

Twenty spokes

of the wheel may not

be a’woke;

But, daydreaming

Night-mares

whom you may ride

Up-on.

Tripping your shores of

not-here

nor their’s

Ewer’s.


The center can still hold

or ready, steady, go.

Despite the

quicken-

ingpen hares.


Ewe

turn on cloven toes,

split like the tongues of

Snarling snakes.

Smooth as slick.

Bare, like

plucked

Gnus.

Aria for the ballerino.


[Dreams of the alpaca hotel by the bay].

[Fables of worm farming, chain letter writers].

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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