not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, January 4, 2016

Folk's Lore and The Stone Circle

Dandelions, grand babies, the song and its chorus,
eyes and clocks orbicular for spherically sound strata.

The line of time we see is the spine of the circle,
circumference laid out, mystery's furrow.

Give us a forest and stroke it with wind,
we understand seasons and life's fodder, what's interim.

Give us some heat, some rain, putrefaction 
and mushrooms rescind all disbelief
for that which seals its seam to proliferate... 

aha! - overnight someone/something 
rearranges space!

after all isn't stuff the articulation of starlight
and dust the dissemination of the sonata.