Monday, June 17, 2013

(Tree Speech)

Whh-- whh-- whh-- is a rhythm.
Whhhhhh------ is a drone of all things.
A singleness is the same
as the everything. Stretching.
A braiding stream. A tremble.

Pattern. A meandering.
Bubbles in capillaries
roll by sunning and raining.
Such outerness grown between
endless sky, bark and serum.

Whh-- whh-- whh-- the harmony!
Oldest up. Tenderest down.
Among the flitting beings.
They go heavier by pound
than most knots in the greening.

Apparitions. Faces. Crowd.
Petals on a wet black bough.

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