In the yard of the court
Miniscule magic rules
The hood of my father
And previous lineage
From whence songbirds
Not shot for game
Epiphany the bricked soliloquy
Hemming a diorama
Of broke fast measures
Hungry to teeth on hard scrabble breezes
Only appreciated
In constant revery
Which astoundingly traverse
All known boundaries,
Appeasing top notch swerves
Toward inclusive mistrials
Laced in gladiator wrinkles
Earned by legions of fallen children
Only cloaked by time
With participation in harmony work
Learning song ropes
Knot by dread
But rather terse versimiltude
Cuffed in a rich nest of patrimony
Hidden in plain sight
The cosmos blanket
Infuses warmth meaning
Intention differentiated as strokes pull
This body over thousand year laps
Of kind human interactions
Dovetailed with survivals tools
Ancient warp and woof
Holding together
Our familial stagger
On coals and lesser novas
Grace notation on napkins
Illuminating skillsaws
Of cleaved seeds
Light travels unravelled
Revelry toll chirp
Clocking threads off maps
I have cradled to relish play and work,
To hone my existence.
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