A Sign of, The southern cross
As solar ræs alchemicalize water to solid dirt,
I ask the twelve year old:
Can you tell me what the difference is between a child and
S/he laughed. I smiled.
Spiralin’, perfect circles
refuse to come into focus.
/Nigh/ a year ago, Uris (a brown bear) & Æ
walked you through this forest.
Clear and right to another plane.
It was the dead
We passed a couple, bodies doubled,
They saw us thru.
I laughed. Startled.
Bemused, i held anxious Uris back.
A month later the
gatekeeper (let me a’) passed with a “god bless.”
It was not the night I went dancing in the dark woods.
This was the
The kids twisted metal.
You, this flower.
A spoonful can
weigh a tonne.
Just as much as the difference
One inch this or that way
the AbovE & THE bELOW
A watery sky, waves below from on the surface.
A tree finds itself well-positioned.