the amoebas are terrified
and all that energy
bound up
in all that reverence
I refuse to abandon
the words
there are more stars
in the Milky Way
than
there are grains
in ten thousand pounds of salt
let’s be honest with ourselves
what are you not
being shown
when you are shown
the entirety of the universe
all that domesticated salt
pristine & beloved
waiting for
all that interstitial salt
the evening is persistent
back up to the rim
if you can call it that
I punched & kicked my way out
all because a boy laughed at me
one morning:
a crow lands on the lawn and struts away slowly
we try to save what we know
as we head home
one morning:
a crow lands on the lawn and struts away slowly
the repetition doesn’t guarantee identity
but I collect the mentions:
yes, pay attention
yes, thank you
yes, I see you
do you see me?
one morning:
a crow lands on the lawn and struts away slowly
tied to a cow
the dogs poop in unison
facing
in opposite directions
momentary alignment
and then a stone, which jumps
of its own volition
as if thrown
as if dropped
but there is no one
just the echo of its sound
as it thuds against the concrete sidewalk
eventually
it all unravels
the terrible heat
the terrible noise
is it over yet?
still
I am rising
seeding = a permutation point
I am already the healed state I am looking for
hearing the geese
flying overhead
what I admire most
is how much
they don’t give a fuck
to human better
hold onto that rope
and pull