argument of the world based on horizon
are you of the sky
when fingers flex
weave the lacework of dew drops
notches clipped back twisting
dials of a pocket watch
do you slip on the squubquick
ten thousand footprints
squelching on the same mud trail
are you of the dirt?
i unzip the woven
and flex like the blue between branches
outlines dissolve
in the 3rd dimension
depth of stepping
depth around the knotted trunk
relics of space
are voids of Hecate
her howling wolf
Erato of Thalia
i am neither to vulcan fumaroles
& not to the decay of petals
but i will paint my toes
in the vex between a lightning bolt
& its amber song
trace my sights along the closing lashes
the tongues of latitude
the half shade sun
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