The bird cry of metal on metal in the playground
Calls in
question
This is how we fly
Rubber swaying over sand
And the
world passes
New is now, was then, is old
Our birth
Spit out in waves of
lava
The infant and the ancient, tumultuous together
Lie in rocky
fields grown over with moss
We dig our roots into green pastures today
That run on to the mountains and craggy timeI, the dandelion, you, the
buttercup my accomplice
Until your yellow crumples and wilts
And my
skeleton is ripped in the wind
I wait for the sky to tell me that time is
up
But here the sun and sea reside in kingdoms
That neighbor like
backstreet brick buddies
And the stars are drowned sailors in an ocean
unseen
Our lanky movements turn liquid
Our meanderings in the blind
white mud of mind and sky
Require pre-meditation and floating thought
Held backwards aloft from high sodium content
Only attention and ideas
travel now on velocity
True nature, interpretation from intuition
The
perspective of respect
Opens up
We are raindrops on the car window
Traveling forwards but sliding backwards
Against a background out of
focus flashing emerald and brown
The chain chirps
We swing forward,
behind
And at each equinox the world stands still
For one moment, and
then spins upside down again
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