Your age is present-
ly showing. As we read the lines etched on your face,
Together, the watch wears a mask on your wrist
with an arrow of fate counting on you.
Anatomical karma
chimes in-time for more (chloro)phyll
istine alkaline intake.
It is high time
that the phylogenetic tree be pruned back-
wards, like a dying star, making space
anthrop(omorph)ic
by its fingerprint rings, and sings itself historically
metaphorically
birefringent.
And yes, we’ve known about all the ages for-ages
and have own our roots deep down,
fracking about, stacking our (una)wares,
and we keep coming back to the source,
of course, to the fruits and the
light between.
You’ve read it all, carved (t)here on wood,
a sign of the times in a nut (shell).
Whispered i was here (this year)
whittling a Lilliputian ring on its fingered
keepsake trunk.
Painting by Félix Resurrección Hidalgo [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
