sunflowers follow
the sun; to whom will they turn
once their sun has gone?

They say we are a mistake
A blot in history
A disaster waiting to happen
They say we are cursed
That we will never work
They say
They say
They say
They sa
They s
The
Th
T
.

twas someonce in an ancient days
when true temporal haze
i gazed seein the fall of humankindness,
i says, once-and-for-all, once-and-
for all time be encyclical
past's passed only in the presence
of a future samefold
be as was / same old / isas will be
foreshadows cast by history
fall upon the daze of destiny
fate is read not in lines not written
but in those allread-composed
pre-viciously

~
Pristine upturned mouth
charitable sanguineous lips
****** only when they sound as a heart murmur
filtering through dark canticle streams
to the bottom of a kalonoù pond
no more...
~

we are [living in] a stimulation,
floating bubbles dripping pleasure,
inflated by self-adoration,
pop—
ping: keyword:
excess   leisure

woodland / hissing stream,
it's cold / horses exhale steam,
you
slumber underdawn,
you stir—the sun—the rattle of spurs:
once upon the land was pure
once upon the land was pure