a small grandfather,
a patient pendulum on
the wooden porch swing
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miracle on edge
nor head nor tails my penny
provides no counsel
like rain
power collects
not upon mountain tops
but in the thirsty humble depths
below
when one hand
tries to hold itself
it makes a fist
water
flood me
she cries saline
we amniotic lambs
squelch our wet way from the sea to
the sky
fire
spirit
a defiant
sun king roars to himself
worshipping his inner torment
warling
air
vortex
spins the grassland
whorls a wailing tempest
susurrs little kisses in her
helix₂
earth
golem
fractured loam man
groans like tumbling cliff walls
and crawls home to terrapolis –
bedrock
virus
some small sameness
slips inside unnoticed
a melancholy colony
cloning
and we’re a polyrhythm
a polyrhythm
is a beat that lines up once
every so often
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