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When I was very young
I would spend hours
Alone squatting on the banks of the lake,
Innocent slimy gargoyle in the silt
Throwing stones after stones,
Engrossed in ripples, gurgles, plops,
Splashes, eyeballs exploding,
Volcanic tears of the ages,
Crusted skin off the mountains
Slipped beyond the surface
Deep into my consciousness.

I did the same today & do this now
As I sit among the fingered trees
Beneath the canopy, banner of an
Encamped army eternal in the sunlite.
Here on the hill with the Grasshoppers,
Cicadas, metamorphic husks of amber
Rebirth & change.
It’s the eyes that lie vicious in the
Unknown death, feigning life on the microcosmic
Mat of green earth & moss protected by the
Eternal armies of wood under the sun.

Preying fly mechanic, blue, metallic

It tried to suck my blood
Yet supped on higher value
Inspiration, a broken spell in the
High vivid shimmering chant of insects.
____________

Shower of doubt
A return to parched drought,
Somewhere on the slope
Blinking, out of site in the undergrowth,
The new snake is about. ____________

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