i feel too awake
a whiff of human pollen
your eyes look different
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i feel too awake
a whiff of human pollen
your eyes look different
The earth likes the sun
but she may be a little
biased. And by “likes” –
held captivated
by ideas at pennies
per word, with interest
make your way toward
the center of the cyclone
it’s easier there
you are near to me
when you’re here and you’re away
a perfect haunting
a small grandfather,
a patient pendulum on
the wooden porch swing
miracle on edge
nor head nor tails my penny
provides no counsel
a polyrhythm
is a beat that lines up once
every so often
nothing from nothing
from nothing from nothing from
nothing from nothing