Praise Be to the Rooster’s Stark Eye
It shall all be recorded
In the stark eye of the rooster
The teeming times
The apnea of the soul
The limb that wouldn’t move
The tear that froze
Relentless
It turns its naked neck
So that shiny, round
Perfect eye
Can capture your
Lack of movement
The hibernation
Of the tongue
It won’t crow
Three times
It’s got better things to do
Than be your conscience keeper
Be fretful!
Don’t linger here
On the threshing floor
Go seek that kindred soul
Your Totem Animal
That favors scales
Upon its eyes.
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The Futures of Water
Hand me, oh Time
the Algorithm for
The Value of Water
The liquid cypher
of its Futures
The distilled number
of its moisture
and spray
The fluid way
it percolates down the Ages
to the Core
The way it penetrates
the membrane
of Being
and permeates
its translucent phase.
Hand it carved on a Tablet
Its perverse sequence
a Dream Stone
Endless filings of
zeros twos and ones
the non-binary the Ur-trinity.
Enclosed please find revealed
and revel in the Phase Transition:
that stray gaseous molecule
of the Futures of Water
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Captivating lines….dear Poet….bathed in truth….while, as eager, we patiently wait for ‘on the Borderlands and Avatars’.