industrious green chemical
alters silver
brick sunken
steps surface
hold the shore from sliding endless
into the river outside my
poem
it washes, murmur obscure
blends the poem bank
rain and tornadoes green silver as
aspen waves in the
non sun
river induced thunder bricks
beholden
unto the untrained poem
surface air
drowns reflection disordered
ripples
mirror nothing but convolution
my finger a blade of grass sticks its probing
needle center
where storm round green recedes
a fraction of sky
my nightmare song finds
pretty little ditty
dispelled
brown a bottom
less night
mid than evening
wonder of gray half-eye
arbitrary divisions separate poems her twin
spider wire on glitter land dandelion-seed water
sense and non-sense
poetry and non-poetry.
eye and non-eye
two halves of the same confusion
twisted double helix rabbit hole
third forehead gave birth to a
feet-first twin
feet first
as circus music kills its mother
myth
the history of evil is not good
a crow in wave is not black
not water not sky not land not crow
not surface bottom not aspen not bank
not poem not outside not inside sense
to get in, a crow in wave is her thin twin trying
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