are we not then
what we do
when fully
immersed in
vital matter
undying dirt
droplets shattered
eaves' beams
speaking their
creaky language
back into
deathless trees
evolving ships
& violins?
whoever inside
my language chatters
finds the wind
wild, insane,
serene, indifferent,
all over
in no one
place, within itself,
against that
unknown field
our stars
rise for
seen in the unseen
worlds apart
That's how the insomniac settles the score,
types the void with one finger
crossing now ether, now ocean,
now screen & melting hard wires
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