10/11/22

The Worst Inventory ( a poem)

 


Water laps softly shorelines
echoes, wave with new enzymes
creatures sway filters in time just to be
the sea so real one last time

Paintings that move seem forever true
live content each a startling new view
fields of life yielding contiguous change
wield up energy anew

Spirit set brackets on mass
insights remarkably fast
omega to alpha, last to the first
the worst inventory, past.

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