NO ONE WAY

 don’t be daft.

         

Great earthlings

                  and tiny space beings

Run   the biosphere      together

 

         Endorphins          policed                

                  for traumatized           

equivalents.        

 

The perspective  of the Roshi

suggests     

A first         transmission

 

         “Rejoice not in a long-neck clam”

 

Nature’s open syllable          

Sounding like it’s here          underwater

                  Mimesis

 

You can’t herd memories      compelled

         from shore to shore

                  for profit

 

         Never again                           

a dry martini                         

         in the garden                        

                   of wet words 

                          

Take the odds

                  spooning

pays off