an experiment in permaculture poetics

 

 


Four

 

 

in the open field, where

 

                 the brain can multiply

 

we walk as though lonely each as though

 

                                 

                                standing next to you

 

                                even when you move closer

 

                                you're invisible

 

 

this is the future speaking not an aphorism

 

while the mudslides and lunar shifts

 

                           wheel out and gather—

 

 

waves are in full retreat

 

we climb into the inversion


                           language is infantile, yet

 

                           the inmates know me

 

don't think I don't appreciate the gravity of my error

 

 

 

          

~~~~~

Spiral Orb is an experiment in juxtaposition, interrelationships, and intertextuality—a cross-pollination. This opening poem composts fragments from each of the pieces in Spiral Orb Four. Standing also as the table of contents, each line is embedded with a hyperlink to its original poem. Once at each poem, you will find links to the other poems in Spiral Orb Four.

For past issues of Spiral Orb: archives

For more on Spiral Orb, see What Is.