fragments

1.

I

with the humility of a fern deer I will tear out the rain cloud by
teasing out one drop after the other.

II

whose night-breath is upon us now that the chilllwinds have
silenced the boorish remnants of a dusty year?

III

oft-longed-for-silence is rummaged about in lustful-annoyance
-that-yearns-for-somewhat-more as it is bound homeward.

2.

a.

Armchair rests on its laurels, its foundation laid in fifteen

b.

examples of chair-some-ness, and the lonesome hollow
that exudes the void that makes the armchair an empty
blob of nothing but solid spaces morphed into air, that

c.

factoid needs to be taken to task, argued for and against

d.

for to not do so would be to rest content in philosophizing
and that has been done, done, done.

3.

I

This thought out assemblage, of words, of words, of
the structure that is hinted by the words, and the flow

II

that is bought with pain, bought with pain, and it sows
seeds of discord, a hundred crows screaming out

III

to make a point, a noisy point that somehow morning is
not all about the flow, the rhythm; so listen to the cacop-

IV

-hones driving their noisy point home without words; no
words needed when attention is distraught, shattered.

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