rooster crow.
goat horns clash.
sudden sutured glow
for what is left
of
this
soul,
comes forward
into thought.
soon i'll know
what it feels like to find roots;
or i won't,
idk.
afternoon slow
blue sky flies
off the tips of treetops;
old-growths,
ancienter than dragon bone femur,
scraping aged skylines.
im
earthing
in
my
mind.