look straight thru sun, telepathic moon,
her harrier's chemtrails o'er xmas lot boon;
mount hood snow-draped mind
a nuance telescoped north pole won't find
saint helen just over yon, yawning waxing
waning glacial spawn, twilight color-splaining,
numbered zones ignored, sun burrowed snore
getting pretty dark and 'tis not yet four
in knob knocking planetary suspension
far flung sisters siting still, metatron's dominions
composing translations of that world and this
error unheard of in their aeolian bliss
blue hues run nameless, aptly dividing
night, day hour children, nothing colliding
2017
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