4am veins their
extra
pulses
pith pith
push the pith
our anodyne
mementos
mimic the season
with less
imagination than the trees
who's dividends
are shared
with tarmac and tyre treads
no sell sell sell
a circle
a swell where
sacred
is transient
an eddy
an altar
how the leaves join
in
no ego
2 comments:
Love this!
ha nice dance to your words...love all the p's at the begining...from no sell sell sell on is hot...
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