ii trembles

the loam – ripe with glut
of worm – spills

a bony secret onto verse
shell     this

bearing     noosing of nuance
blips purple

anger     blips ammonia     as
the goings of

tremendousness gather     as
we tremble salt

In whose silence does water bleed? through
which path to stone does life run its course?
when does the machine begin to reflect upon

Its lie? where can the parched eagle soar
if not in my dungeoned voice? how can summer
tell if it is a mere shadow of winter?

What does it matter if the life
of an atom is halved and there is silence,
some tremble, and then bloodbath?

3 comments on “ii trembles

  1. G. Paul Randall says:

    a strange pleasure, as always

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