Ascending Dot, I knew your Grandfather.
He went from beetle strength to beetle strength
(strength is the sword he bears, the mailed garb
the stone-faced no-face). Late, the driveway was
a murdering meadow where he crept, and lived.
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She was made from a bulk of white stone.
Her first crutch to lean on, an IOU.
Laid and lying on borrowed ground,
knotted and gnarled, the sweet fruit
on a vine ripens and drops,
It’s evergreen Alaska, glacier snow.
‘Not long to go’, the trees reply
to the bear’s stomach rumble, grumble
the rain from molecular skies.
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Fickle humans with our love
Condemning nature from above
We sit beneath such beauteous trees
Yet they cannot begin to please
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With every stride of the tide
and every salt-pillar wave, dissipating;
nothing but the foam belonged to us
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How permanent, is thawed winter
Raw like a splinter, on snow like a beginner,
I was your tinter, lost gold, much like winter.
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Yet, still it arises as the disgust
That flushes disfigured faces
With gurgling insides:
They call it sea-sickness.
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It's so easy to talk, much harder to think
Without my mind falling out the neat windows,
But I'm not even sure anyone else noticed
I’ve been speaking and standing in circles.
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I.
Tussocks:
the moor’s repine, fields wide,
these sinewy growths
are cairns or markers,
but of what?
