i am violated by this day, ambushed since dawn. it
glimmered above my head then it settled on my
tongue, ice cube cold-enkindled, considerable as
some windsong of a beige and spicey sand:
beautyofgod-like,
beautyofgod-true,
beautyofgod-everything.
(god must be bewitching, i am convinced - and i
know either all or nothing right now) yet this day
carries the new blue spainward and back; moving air
is the green of white virgin rosebuds that freshly spill
onto my tongue their dews, icy from a sky squeezer
in the shape of a fish; come! meet my eyes today to
see nine heavens sent; this is one bubble that
should burst and release the rest of the todays,
all teeming. good, poured and poured, sun-sashed,
heaven-blued sky wearing nothing but a bottom
of clear; pours the new blue wine, this wine into
a sunray bouquet. for me, just for me, today. for me.
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
