silver and gold
through my finger tips
a light
carried by soil
another day ringing the bells
simple for this one is cloudy
round with a filter and coloring
mutated by language
love is in the motion of my face
and any poisonous blow intended
under a pounding moon
a grimacing horror will shake and awake
up lift the tomatoes and potatoes
the unconscious life carries me under
not today, rise with one simple wish,
work among the crows and carry
juice of the nature
with blessing
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