in the ebb to unknown
was braver ago
than this flow of impetus.
The endlessly ontological
thrust of here. In accordance to
some laws rooted in seed and smoke,
a dab of cosmos along the tracks
early in the familiar day.
Awake, awake and a consequence.
For here is the strength to lift
the poison of life and its powerless
This body still nested
as soft dull, still, born, erosion.
Then, at that point,
I perceived that all around
me were fields, fields
of wheat and leaves.
I perceive the sun
as particle in
the lazy pulse
of the sea.
Then deep smaller
the assemblage of hours.
To them as tight
as horizon, in the
feminine shadow of
2 thoughts on “fields of visions”
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