“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label time and place. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time and place. Show all posts
Monday, January 30, 2017
The top spins on top of the world
It was always about time and place.
One Geologic Positioning Series
Stay still, finding location.
The matter remained
evidently encapsulated
for posterity or hermetically.
You see,
May you live in an interesting time,
is said
in jest.
Though, making it so
makes it so
living our story this way,
nowadays
it is done
this way.
Eventually folding our pages back
into strata and pulp layers
kneading condensation
to make sense in story
smell right.
It was from the East,
the scent carried, the wind
was metallic and heavy with
dry pollen.
We can hope this time
the butterfly will navigate
independently.
It seems lately
the bees hear first
and respond quickly,
making honey with
putrescence
in time for another
Revolution.
Image of (sketch) The color top, 1877 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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