three o clock

three o’ clock

 

 

a clean root system

for ease of transport

 

conversation

 

only short range

 

 

a longing–

for nectar of one

thousand years’ sleep

and dream

 

*

 

I walk from here

to the edge of indifference,

all the talk—diverged

to an abstract

 

to the sound—is–

the sound of small creatures

within the thicket

 

or–

 

harmonic

flexing of the wind

 

*

 

collided—

thought pulls at underlying meaning

 

 

now stacked and labelled

 

*

 

pre-reflective traveler

in the onset of winter afternoon

stands at a gradient

 

 

as the gender assigned to an hour

 

 

now in between where identity,

irrelevant

 

decisions draw on for hours

 

*

 

the fabric

beneath

the fabric

 

 

stone

within the stone

 

 

is where

 

 

to move

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