Bark wore & tore as rings got plastered--

while Trees were indignant.

Unable to get as much distance as they

pleased, they stood for it.

Root systems grow differently than

crowns--there are also lies under their

roofs.

Shade is not their relief, but their reality.

Winter shade is closer to the matter.

Which's but one of the spiritual tastes

they leave in my mouth, especially when

hunger feeds them all.

Welcome waits on disuasion, to gain

another opening.

Lifts this minor note to prominence--we

only think we're rewriting gospel truths.

--AND YOU (the nus) fell with plangent

perversity, pointed back at lastly!

Put out light out there, as Rembrandt did

in: "The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Tulp".

A half-buried face on an ocean floor--

predates the clumsy concealment

of horseshoe *****.

As if a canonized saint rolled out of

bed, the tide's last drop on his undecayed

tongue.

Perfectly pronounced: Tiktaalik, with the

authoritative oddity that begets name.

Not with a sonic catastrophe of bubbles,

but the clear carry of a church.

As a Tiktaalik obediently headed onshore,

his face turned to mirthful sand.

A peach swallows three dimensionality

to the pit, to peach thus.

White heat sensuously cleaved, then

bound tight.

A searching rash that overspreads

yellow-orange/orange-yellow, too slow

for pounding juice.

The indomitable ruler of unseen flesh--

that loves the teeth it never conceived of.

Resting on a lace napkin driven to

accentuation--on a cream wood kitchen

table.

Private worlds expand as we contract--

it begins by thinking of a number &

telling the mind to guess.

A highly ambitious paranoia, a do over

for every correct guess.

Four hands & a gazillion fig leaves later--

here we are, as if denying accusation.

As privacy self-edits for lay readership,

readership is at an all-time low, because

everyone is too busy self-editing.

It seems like heros/heroines barely set

foot on terra firma, before these private

worlds are unceremoniously destroyed.

These gameshow windows lit by private

residences.

I believe this to be telepathy-pains, the

paradoxic response of our collective

doubleness to thwart the internet.

What was once relegated to the realm of

private, is now public--so interiority is in

hyper drive.

Big Brothers & Sisters--toilet bowls must

remain sacrosanct!

Eventually, Idios kosmos will implode

inward--& become symbiotic, fiber optics

is just the safety net of cross-cultural

telepathy.

This doesn't mean I'm going to whip my

**** out & bang a bongo anytime soon.

I saw: evening/blue/sky trisect an

angle--as for their own.

I & the cold let them ahead,

distinguishably alone.

Then came a sussing hiss from above.

A plastic bag caught about thirty feet

high on a Pin Oak Tree.

Both at their emptiest, the wind

almost apologetic.

As they visibly grew out of distinction.

A study the size of a fallen book,

a carpenter's Sabbath.

A broken candle's muddy light--its

austere wimple.

A wooden desk dragged still, a half

still life.

Whose prehistoric scree-roar, sine

waves a crack on the wall.

A medieval ruff connected to a

hand-sharpened pencil on the floor.

Used for measuring the poem of an

unmade chair.

Caddy corner wooden shelf practicing

the faith of books.

As it takes years to read thru sawdust.

The following is an idiomatic coupling

where quotation have marks flapped

away: In the realm of possibility,

everything happens for a reason.

The above sentence seems cogent

enough, but is mutually exclusive.

Which idiom negates the other?

Is the realm of possibility predetermined,

is that the implication--or is it a chaotic

outcome?

It seems completely reinforced by:

everything happens for a reason.

Which of its own seems to imply an

ordered, higher power.

Yet--it also seems completely reinforced

by: in the realm of possibility, as if:

everything happens for a reason, is

what washes up--is the outcome of

possibility.

The former idiom implies a forgone

higher power, & a rawly chaotic outcome.

The later idiom implies a higher power,

& a purely harmonic outcome.

Taken at face value, these idioms negate

one another--yet paradoxically seem to

sync chaos & harmony.

It's almost as if they give rise to a deeper

meaning when juxtaposed.