no sediment

settling in ever
heavier expanses
like millions of years of glaciers
shifting the crude element of skin
a ray in the spiral of a silent mood
fling the head like a child
oblivious of sight
of experience zooming out the pond into the sky
rocking up and down like a bird placing the sun
as an echo on the miraculous tree
away from the blue waters an afterimage
in the mouth of a fish
like minor fruit
in this vein of flight
into the organs of thought
the measure and intelligence of an irrational kiss
like a cluster of grapes
leaning their shadow
on anything but a memory.



Nihilistic Poetry

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