Entwine:a redux
read river rock
for the hand to hand
watch for snake
move/ cut through/ across living
because a star belongs to dirt
ashes wait century now arrive
water carve glacier then through path
knot dangerous like wind shifts
under curves/ inside cloud
they are trees
that fail to dress in ash
a shoreline outside its own relief knits interior
all through here gray stone
each day in the turning
stands inside arrival at edges: a future shimmering
of river/ in river
a litany of insistence
where broken glass pops up accidental all the time
like a breeze lifting & settling, a stone to become
a boulder to wear away behaving in concordance
you see at coming
what if wind could take on the suffering of snakes
how the strain of twenty eye-rolls later asks us to remember
just goes to show
you can’t trust a page | fake thing | slither
post darker still/ post mounting sorrow
deliver stream & silt & call
what passes between us chokes itself
between a cloud & egg: a mouthful of gravel
touches dry against wedged terrain
much like the way a half crushed flower is half alive at edges
so who knows how the flower will smell
this is history
a psychic noose
post impact, post stone, post custody of hashtag
pulling tighter over time
read river rock
for the hand to hand
watch for snake
move/ cut through/ across living
because a star belongs to dirt
ashes wait century now arrive
water carve glacier then through path
knot dangerous like wind shifts
under curves/ inside cloud
they are trees
that fail to dress in ash
a shoreline outside its own relief knits interior
all through here gray stone
each day in the turning
stands inside arrival at edges: a future shimmering
of river/ in river
a litany of insistence
where broken glass pops up accidental all the time
like a breeze lifting & settling, a stone to become
a boulder to wear away behaving in concordance
you see at coming
what if wind could take on the suffering of snakes
how the strain of twenty eye-rolls later asks us to remember
just goes to show
you can’t trust a page | fake thing | slither
post darker still/ post mounting sorrow
deliver stream & silt & call
what passes between us chokes itself
between a cloud & egg: a mouthful of gravel
touches dry against wedged terrain
much like the way a half crushed flower is half alive at edges
so who knows how the flower will smell
this is history
a psychic noose
post impact, post stone, post custody of hashtag
pulling tighter over time