Thursday, July 30, 2015

the invisible root.

rivers lead everywhere, little streams
being cute; their color

is no color. the trees rustle, but
not from wind or anything.

sound is impossible. weight puts on

weight; weight, weight, weight,
weight; nothing smaller

or bigger: the everyday experience.
comfort? the mossy rock

assertion- in true sleep,

i am among them, being
bobbed around, far away- a hopeless

far-away- from being introduced
to the invisible root.