Monday, June 22, 2015

chlora.

i stretch my arms forward. they dip
into some kind of bow. there he is, rescuing me
from being that bow.

zephyr,
must i explain myself? is that something
i would care to do?

bless for it. bless for it.

now is eternity. eternity is forever.
time
is a kind of pseudoscience.

i am not so reliant
but what is it on which i rely

did i
did i ever try to not rely

and in the birth of venus,
i am with you. you are ancient.
i am ancient, but too

mother of flora. flora, i give to reach you

toward earth-mother sun. look there.
eternity. do not believe in time.

only the farmers these days
abide by such.