The moon petals the sea. Rose petals the sea. Stone sea. Stone petals. Rose petals of stone. Stone rising before me. Sea moves. How moves...
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Thursday, 25 April 2013
into this small wood
has been compressed
a world too large for it.
the world beyond the trees
was decompression chamber
which now is stressed
beyond the measurable
allowing interested parties
to deny the data --
than the dry results
of number crunching.
of old resources
established weather patterns
present a united front
What moves between these verticals? Moves
horizontally. Run. Scamper. Scuttle. Flit.
Swoop. Lollop. crawl. Instinctively we plot
trajectories runs paths tapestries
of movement. Catch
the sparrow hawk. His dive-bomb dive.
Gate crash through the canopy. Becomes
one of the verticals.
Does it bring the tapestry alive?
Or is it rent in twain?
transposed as Two-.
in here it has been said
is where God died
or has been buried
Something like that.