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Intermission: Planetary confluence

April 19, 2013

I am…. awake.

Scurrying – flowing – sneaking – flying,
I have eyes, multitudinous.
I watch
something new.

Roots spreading, sap rising,
the song of a change that is coming.

The voices of a swirling soup of souls,
million-fold whispers,
coursing through stolid branches,
teasing lacy wings,
bending stems,
warming rock,
raising hackles,
burning the dead grass,
soaring into clouds,
and pooling drunkenly into hollows.

A sharp, soft, sweet, sour scent.
A bright, fresh taste like metal in the blood.

Something calls:
Earth-spirits, open the path.

Open, open –
to release, or to swallow.

I care not.
It is all the same.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. April 19, 2013 9:00 pm

    100 words. They totally count.

  2. April 21, 2013 9:38 pm

    I think they should count more… like poetry is undiluted squash… 🙂

    • April 21, 2013 10:32 pm

      They might –
      if my poetry wasn’t so shite…

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