Harvesters came
for the hay
Between the icon’s window
and the sun tugged down
Birds returned
from the field’s
non-Euclidian
horizon
silent
at Vespers
in night nests
sheltering Wanderers.
*
Enemies camped
in the woods
Taking the archetypes of dreams
out on patrol
Any thought
of sulfur, salt, and mercury
Gave territory away
for pyrite’s foolish likeness.
Intelligence avoids capital,
Stares down shame.
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Know doubt
no problem
Hear and see
imagination
How we got here
how we left
Two stories shifting
angled perspectives
In either meaning
intending neither
