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Thursday, November 30, 2017

rusted volcano hinge




lit by nocturnal lute kalediscopes
beamed in the dust of a body home mind area, motes
fastened with the hefeweizen yeast fog of clarity.
the coutours please themselves rare periods
as rolling seals in green waves or grains of wheat in golden toast,
drawn into the woods-------- the door speaks .  if not the wind's
eyeknobs dimmed by gimme mine
grime greed, vanquished in a snowglobe split in two so to not seem cyclops
the party traffic cone
the bowler hat on the bobby on his break berrating beatniks,
these accoutrements to clutter
bear not mentioning for musty smell
&luckluster fortune dander-flecking off loose planets,
and nebulae in cribs, or under seas more valued, and dunes less eaten
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over miles of ice that was once mother's father's mother
over gallons of land mixed into animal parts that once taken become man
over quanta both gone and in decrepit age zany zipping
that is the quality of spirit that moves hinges on a volcano
over clouds exhumed, inhaled, interred, inurred.
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more vital the stone bone bead leather
sap wood fur fire
water water form food
hut cave tree view
below basin rain bow
morn mist blue fade
born blind all seen
prism beam stick rock


3-26-17 mt tabor portland orgegon




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