April Twelfth Twothousandnineteen
#deepadation
All Poetry
under the auspices of the Birds
is about poetry or rather how
did the avian song lead to
the leden word or leaded
language because twelve days
In all I can hear is the THUNK
Rather than the polychromatic
risefallrise TRILL
the myth of progress
has always had a parasitic
relationship to evolution
claiming symbiotic status
without doing the heavy
LIFTING from a Cambrian
point of view oceans of
oxygen were hardly
sympathetic to the
want of flight or
Polyphonic panderings
made possible by
airs lack of resistance
nor had the Great Dying
yet made a big BOOM
STILL
when I close my eyes
And with my arms extended
making small slow SWOOPS
with arms rising
and falling
in time to our Vertebrae drumming
we know dreams of flying
have always
been HAD.
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April Twelfth Twothousandnineteen
Re: April Twelfth Twothousandnineteen
ahhhhhhh... DocCom !!!!!!! This is sweet and so well presented... I STILL spread my arms and soar... if only......