where angels weep. Orbiting
we go through telescopes,
finding the viewfinder
we enter the eye of the viewer
striking the keys of the mind
& then forget to leave.
We travel through
the unbroken silence of space.
Our great continent is sinking.
Mortified Equinox.
Every prize squirms.
In total ignorance, we pecked
at every imperfection.
My heart broke
like the preacher
of a rebellious child.
Extirpating elixirs.
We feel free & unobscured,
but Feeling is a matter of Moments--
we acquiesce within its truths.
We adopt a horse & adaptly ride
where the fields never sleep,
that seemingly never de-colorize,
held captive by the marks
on the ground. The sky, reddening.
What is it about the ones
that seem to have none
or very little
compassion for life,
how their entire face exclaims,
my world is filled with fear.
Flee from those that are binded
like poisonous leaves
rubbing together.
Humble palms.
There is a great drum that is
continuously in action.
Be careful, I say.
The surface is pronounced
without an exaggerated shape.
Months elapse & are dragged
into our secret recesses.
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