humanity as part of nature

[ humanity as part of nature ]

there is no longer a mother and a child

when on Sunday the harbinger of death
we watched brood heavily
against the luminous pallor of the sky

there were no more cherubim, no more angels

a farmer tends her livestock
among the burden of a Venetian landscape

three lilies not yet
in bloom
                           an insubstantial line of cloud

high up, the thin, leafless trees sway imperceptibly

there is the death of a child as inexplicable as dust
falling, not only about sunlight or soot on the harsh texture
of soil, but about bones becoming soil becoming bones

a pair of egrets
fighting with a snake
                                           want
                                           move flowering into opulence

and after the blue and russet
of her robes form a pyramid
(unmistakable presence and weight)
we believe in Mary from greater than

          or less than light
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dislocation of bodies

[ dislocation of bodies ]

sound a simple synecdoche flowering
against my window also a
cataleptic conveyance
in

weather as perhaps endemic
possibilities
elude naught

                                           quietude of thought

the cricket world has no tongue to let
loose a contribution lingering thunder bellowing
do I yet withstand a

leitmotif in turn so
gravitational force
drops

suddenly in-proportion to
possibly separation, I
dust the walls

the frame is
you are interrupting
(as it rains) nothing
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winter(ing) portends

[ winter(ing) portends ]

yesterday continues possible not
un-bearable wanting
one
warm egg and its breath

..upon
barren
terrain staves off
no snow, surmounts
lamplight wary perennials fog

under
and when the cumuli lungesin
whites against the wrinkled sky weary trek across

no-thing's lost
of the Persephone perspective
no thing
on

the pomegranate skin
(and) when a heart lies
hidden in its un-
made syllable

...falls

discovers
one accepts every
hearting cabbage

surface wracked
i'll ice the buds
now fruit-full
now thrice di-

visible
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luna cadillc

[ luna cadillc ]

(luna nose bleed)

A digust
of the mind

A yes, in-the
blck smudge

A look at the gray
moon, looked at

A gloomy shit-brown
           autmobility

A two white,
he says, start for work

A two-tone
A leave-them-alone

she hates me
A chariot swing

low down
AARON 1981
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