life’s a half-crazed, wildeyed thriveling
her pupils tremble and dilate
in a dream she seems
to walk along the cornstalks
eating ryebread
she thumbs seeds
into the sand
.
death’s a half-sane, disconnection spanning
her non-claws don’t click,
constantly cleaving
s/he saunters along the concrete
with a smile but no plan
eats nothing and drags
life by her hair
When even the reaper’s
Too flummoxed to cut
The gaunt stalks of flax
From the hillside,
When the mice fail
To find their burrows
And the ants have become
Individuals,
When the geese fly east
Along the equator
And human nature is to turn
Each against the other,
I will seek you out
To ask a favor
And offer my gloves
In return
Ask if your action
Will benefit the mountain
Ask time how it feels
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
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