Thursday, April 23, 2020

3.8 (late)

remember the clouds, the clouds, the clouds
a shrouding snow
as we
above them
see
cascade
cumuli tumuli, chute
below
light
illumined
falls
fog
cyclonic furrows
burrowing
into underneath
(green, sere, sea)

a horizon
ghost
lost cord of wind
the horizon
bluest burn
turning the wings
no
the wings are
melting into
air
there
surround
there
where
we
see
no longer
imagined
by
real
this
cloud
forest, plain, wild wave
scape
scraping
horizon
(lower, blind)
edge
(rising, shoal)
surrender
water land
wheel
gut
wheel
time
wheel
slowed stopped
circumference
the
horizon
an envelope
opened
in air
there
where we are