stretched out
in the little green
valley, I look up
in the little green
valley, I look up
hoping to glimpse
some wayfaring space dart
from intergalactic outer reaches
some wayfaring space dart
from intergalactic outer reaches
I squint to see another fluctuating sun
pile driving the simplest meteor into the field
pile driving the simplest meteor into the field
ejecting grain and husk
into the fertile cosmos, I pen a little hymn
to fertility because I was there
into the fertile cosmos, I pen a little hymn
to fertility because I was there
a witness, wild and pale, watching
as earth’s seeds dispersed, germinating
as earth’s seeds dispersed, germinating
in the imagination of cataclysmic winds
yielding a perfect temperature
of crumb and consciousness
a toast, please
yielding a perfect temperature
of crumb and consciousness
a toast, please
raise your glass
to the bread
living among us
to the bread
living among us
a whole wheat unleavened stalk
of extraterrestrial man,
the universe’s bastard child
of extraterrestrial man,
the universe’s bastard child
walking on water
figure skating in the suds
figure skating in the suds
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I think this why we need to think about when we put bread on the table
ReplyDeletethe journey you took us through is profound and yes, awakening.
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