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Fractal Oak

He stands to stay dry

Beside a bur oak’s

Taut, tendoned trunk

Whose black branches twist

Helixically out

And, aged, bow groundward

.

The falling water’s

Not what bothers him

It’s nine o’clock so

He swallows and walks

Toward a building

That gives nothing back

.

He sits there, stays dry

And won’t see the sky

Till black night’s toads croak

Cracking tongue-whips at

Mosquitoes drunk on

The wine of the quick

.

Tomorrow will find

Sooty roots shooting

Up his cracking spine

Where he’s warm again

And in oaken skin

Extends his tendons

wind chimes

somber pipes moan aeolian
in the gloom of the gloaming
a chaotic elegy
octo-themed, polyform
low-pitched, rainbow cathexis
full-spectrum kingdom
in a nutshell
o great annulus
o toy nautilus
spin, sweet spinners
turn, slow seasons
glow, tired lantern
play, soft pipes
now write it down
write it all down, transcribe
the wind-sung composition
and divine the musical
signature of the vast, vast breeze

The Querent

I’ll divine meaning from your insides
And watch which way the birds fly
I’ll put your face under my pillow
And learn about you while I sleep
I’ll wait for lightning to strike a willow
And ask the ashes which tomb to sweep
And when I get my answers
I’ll let you know immediately