in a Mélange

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This photograph shows an array of yellow, blue, red, and other flowers on a sea of grass.
Photo by Marina Matusevich on Unsplash
Tissue crosses a haze
marked X for bird brain

chirping excitedly
or clashing silver

The streets of mayhem fall lightly
on its crown: ding, ding
fluttering


One could call this a heart
stretched & pulled on a lark’s table |unetherized near an umber twig stretched bare of green

There are limits to how much
we can inhale at once,
and where does that lead us?


As we circle back, always, these days
to virus,
public & private,

permanence is always evolving
says the Myth of eternal return
in the chill of a luminescent neck
shuddering on a new block
of haze




Another visitation from the God/dess of
Transition, twin of Limbo

for whom I must lay
my cloth.

Read more from Issue 17.2.

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