November 15, 2018

The dryness of the earth is practice

The dryness of the earth is practice
Things appear
Suddenly subscended
By what they are

These experiences exceed me
In infinitely unsatisfiable placeholders
Should they ever appear as if they did not?

Meeting urgency in the body

A vulture returns with magic to sing a song
Folded neatly but stretchinggg into harmmmmmm

The names don’t remain
For fumugated spiders
And burnt brown moths
That the world has never seen before

An image of the future
Based on a past-based passing

Like grabbing meat from the sky
And shooting it
How fast can you take your time
How long do you grow to die