miracle on edge
nor head nor tails my penny
provides no counsel
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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
no/yes
hammer
your ‘yes’s from
out the rock of ‘wait, what?’
with the diamond-plated bevel
of ‘no’
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