#postpoststructuralism
The wind is glorious to the leaves.
The tree's branches are glorious to birds,
offering a short respite to freedom,
sleep, an echo of nuisance. new-ance
The rain forming in the cloud is glorious
to the roots of the tree.
The roots are glorious to worms.
The words written about it are glorious
to the page and the hand.
The pen is similarly glorious,
perhaps more glorious than pencils
which are glorious to erasers.
The notebook is glorious to the eye
but not at all glorious to the desk.
I want to be glorious to rain and wind
that will conjure when I sleep
clouds for the morning
gloriously hiding a red hot sun.
I want to be glorious notoriously
as if the trees and rain and leaves would gossip about me
for no reason beyond I am recounting their tears.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC