#1803 - under cicada piss

 

1803

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under cicada piss

 

go once round in a hat

 

feel this

 

here’s tanglehead

lope on

 

climb down into the day

what’s left of where we were?

 

our traffic with the sun

a brush past of wings

 

then there is

Schroedinger’s cicada

 

landed here

and in the air

 

hear it

see the silence of the shell

 

feel the rain

like falling

 

likewise leaf to twig

and down

 

spooky action there

 

time of web, of frog

 

Jupiter rising clear

 

air heavy with first stars to show

 

often feel it’s another day

it can’t be this one now

 

then again

 

later on it’s paradise

this can easily be missed