Envy Seas
Stemming brightly from a small jar : four flowers. It is like
the ontology of being unaware of how many selves
can be contained within a single individual. Be brief
and then forget what happens next given the theory of
the lyric driving sheep along in their natural orders.
That character Parmenides started it sliding to plain
after plain of natural versus dominator hierarchies like
these. Next came all the rest. Some days it is difficult
to remember how much a stranger might remember.
Now the hero is gone. They were so great all four flowering
selves are still learning from them. Water is a yarn so hard
that magic infuses even the corners and crevices of
every sticky law. People are always conflating love
with new skies and new skies with cunning harmonies.
Gloves in Autumn
OK there are patterns inside their coat sleeves. Also
there is light glowing on the horizon. If the car
behind me catches up | does this mean I am driving
too slowly? even through a forested stretch like
this one? what if a deer runs out? what if the autumn wind
wants to carry a vanishing leaf to earth? I hope I will not
get the virus many of us are trying to avoid. That chair
across the room is positioned so uncomfortably in relation
to the wall and the doctor is wearing her squeaky
shoes again. Remind me who the narrator is because
I have questions. For example : why are there affirming
statements in place of names on certain desks? Grounded
is a synonym for sky | especially while I am taking off
the driving gloves that I want to be but am not wearing.
My Double
The shape of my hand is the territory of my ear.
The direction of my foot is the song of my brain.
I am composed of organs and their natural orders.
I rest above a composite of self not knowing who
I am. Does anybody know? There are invitations
and exits at every turn even at sundown when light
from nowhere bathes objects positioned properly.
I pause thinking about the difference between
eternity and now. I like now as anybody might. There
is a caesura around the corner and I can feel it.
There is an anthem for embracing inside any cloud.
My pocket is an entire mapmaker and I am grateful.
In five minutes I will begin my physical therapy
session and my double will continue composing.
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