2/4/23

Yet not of it (poem)

 

Wandering the streets of time
cluttered with canisters
of mythic electrons
mud brick homes
aging dust of the world
sights sounds, mysteries
known and unknown
with troubles of inefficiencies
ecosystem servicing
allocations of everything
packaged, priced, calculated proplits
transversal rules for deposits-
the lines compile nothingness softly
with bar-coded rainbows
layered and striated
Meisner-infused sandwiched
talus slopes tumbling
dimensions falling apart
with nightfall within sagebrush
until shadows return
to silence.

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