One thin linen layer
separates my spicy palms
from the vast unscoopable harvest
of the crystal-scattered light.
Sunbeams brace the icy sky.
Early bursts of starlight score the dappled shade
whilst snowcrush of silence
interrips our invitation-emptied poem page.
So strange how soft it is.
The insulation stationed
on the streetcorner of the universe
intersection: stars sky & stone below.
I'm stepping in and leaving shocks of shade
just above the blades of grass
with tangled roots that sink into the icy loam
and stone-stacked-stone,
the earthy bone that plumbs deeply
to the heart & hearth of Earth -
a hidden molten core, the nethers
of a depthless tunnel filled from core to feet,
my feet, and then my torso-mind-and-eyes
that see. How strange it is, how softly sets my gaze
upon this world, a fleshy inglenook in space
that sees itself and steps into the snow.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 10:04 PM UTC
One thin linen layer
separates my spicy palms
from the vast unscoopable harvest
of the crystal-scattered light.
Sunbeams brace the icy sky.
Early bursts of starlight score the dappled shade
whilst snowcrush of silence
interrips our invitation-emptied poem page.
So strange how soft it is.
The insulation stationed
on the streetcorner of the universe
intersection: stars sky & stone below.
I'm stepping in and leaving shocks of shade
just above the blades of grass
with tangled roots that sink into the icy loam
and stone-stacked-stone,
the earthy bone that plumbs deeply
to the heart & hearth of Earth -
a hidden molten core, the nethers
of a depthless tunnel filled from core to feet,
my feet, and then my torso-mind-and-eyes
that see. How strange it is, how softly sets my gaze
upon this world, a fleshy inglenook in space
that sees itself and steps into the snow.
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