ancient glaciers are calving
in the meadow moo of the universe
plopping turtlefrogs in the big soup on earth
from far far away we look
we appear
we appear to be looking
following the power of our evictions
the soup runs over the checkered fablecloth
you move to feel apparent
the film is shot underwater as baby cubes are braying
lowing in the clovered novas
sprinkled on a time wafer
lost in dark treeslimbs covered in coral and starfish
gravity's grave hello openarms fivebilliontonsayear
who's counting?
who counts?
11-15-15 portland, or
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