Friday, November 08, 2013


Stilts high above grass and shrubs in a wet woods
the colorful king stood at the earth's center, linking it
allowing it to flash the rig over one man's head

he saw rings around the faint wash of blue light
he saw four moons near tree-ripened fruits
he saw stars that had never been power to a bone
from a ring of fragments on the retina in profusion

the machine in games of ticktacktoe the shadow of phases we see
some cordlike long thick draping vines
cool, shadowless white flowers
an apple, the apple's thin skin

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