In an effort to remember
I have to call myself on the phone and own
A very expensive backpack
In order to remember the part of me that I hold out
Like a lady with a baby that she wants
desperately
For someone to take off her
Take off me take this babe
and hold it with the love I don't have
or can't have for my human thing
self-thing, thing-thing
Like this, I am running stability against walks
I buckle in the middle and feel sick again
bent, returned, warring
no longer young
but the wall emblazoned says rejoice
and throughout the place people chew, sustain,
survive
I think about a long wait with stringy pain and hope
crushed by a directive from the top
you won't see your family
or they won't see you, at all, with no shadow
it appears that lately some
humans are discovering other forms of life
on a cellular level
it's a great awakening- !
squared, framed, corrected
and affixed to the front of the brain
the eyes are sitting in the skull
and scrolling through a night's light visitations
pointing through a dust storm at a baby
and at someone protecting the baby's
still developing eyes from being scratched
into occlusion, the dust kicked up by
the violent anger of an earth unstable
a very different earth, not "this time" but "of all time"
because it is, and has always been, the same earth
potted succulents that are from earth
and small cacti in factory formed plastic bases
are already blooming at west elm waaaaay
ahead of schedule
chloroplasts skitter through the plant's cells
and rigid cell walls hold the architecture- "so
aesthetic"
it was pointed out that stating "you're so aesthetic"
is not a compliment, per-se
but rather a statement of a fact
and that fact sunk in
outside the tender bases of bodies
touch earth and hum with it
it occurs that so much time spent
raised above it is damaging the connection
later, huge piles of shoes accumulate as people
give in to the impulse, and rest their feet directly
in the soil
this exercise can happen due to the
lack of snow; no visibly encroaching fires;
nor category 4 and up tropical storms
coming to greet the foot planted ones
I have to call myself on the phone and own
A very expensive backpack
In order to remember the part of me that I hold out
Like a lady with a baby that she wants
desperately
For someone to take off her
Take off me take this babe
and hold it with the love I don't have
or can't have for my human thing
self-thing, thing-thing
Like this, I am running stability against walks
I buckle in the middle and feel sick again
bent, returned, warring
no longer young
but the wall emblazoned says rejoice
and throughout the place people chew, sustain,
survive
I think about a long wait with stringy pain and hope
crushed by a directive from the top
you won't see your family
or they won't see you, at all, with no shadow
it appears that lately some
humans are discovering other forms of life
on a cellular level
it's a great awakening- !
squared, framed, corrected
and affixed to the front of the brain
the eyes are sitting in the skull
and scrolling through a night's light visitations
pointing through a dust storm at a baby
and at someone protecting the baby's
still developing eyes from being scratched
into occlusion, the dust kicked up by
the violent anger of an earth unstable
a very different earth, not "this time" but "of all time"
because it is, and has always been, the same earth
potted succulents that are from earth
and small cacti in factory formed plastic bases
are already blooming at west elm waaaaay
ahead of schedule
chloroplasts skitter through the plant's cells
and rigid cell walls hold the architecture- "so
aesthetic"
it was pointed out that stating "you're so aesthetic"
is not a compliment, per-se
but rather a statement of a fact
and that fact sunk in
outside the tender bases of bodies
touch earth and hum with it
it occurs that so much time spent
raised above it is damaging the connection
later, huge piles of shoes accumulate as people
give in to the impulse, and rest their feet directly
in the soil
this exercise can happen due to the
lack of snow; no visibly encroaching fires;
nor category 4 and up tropical storms
coming to greet the foot planted ones
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