Elderberries, doorknobs and the holy vessels of green glass, painted mechanically andI am waiting for you. I am. I am waiting. Green glass.
The earth feels my soles, rises, tries to touch my knees, my pelvis, lost rib, beating heart. Heart beating there. I walk on. I ride my bike.
And if you asked where I was, I’d tell you what time it was.
Because when happens the collide
The Universe Collide
***The plane crash of all our fears***
I will be part of that earth, I will rise to tickle your ankles
The Campo was cool and photographs, black and white and sepia grain, a book no less; Bruno burns, Bruno burns indefinitely and forever and slowly and with purpose
The earth feels my solesToday, what day,
I have quit my job, nothing to fall back on, may land in water
Entire civilizations wriggle within my wits and none of them.
None of them;
All of them
contain beasts looking at the wall
Swearing it is a mirror.
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