>>>>>>~|)))

Voices scattered are not salt or seed
so light goes drifting elsewhere
brings you out of the drywall
your lips an underwater hammer
your roots bathing in fire-murk
a bridge from sky to sky
our home: undercurrents of shifting universe

Disembodied, for the foliage on the outskirts
reach high for browse, sent a new body into the nets
wedged its neck in the fork
its heart in the way of progress
outbound eyes scattering sunlight forward
had reflected it back
how, the ring people
are also mysterious dark spokes