THE SKY IS NOT A DARK
cable you can crawl to yourself on.
It is not called home. When you dont return there
you will come to see that you can rely solely on
the drums of fruit youve been fermenting with
little expertise, hoping that once they get smelly
you will know more about how to make wine.
Once they have flavor more children of man
will take interest in food made from fallen trees.
This is no world you have, yet. Inside the tonal shifts
of popular movies there is little surprise, but you
and your friends gather because you want it
this way, you want one site where you can all
drive quietly toward what is everyones happy.
This basin you are calling blue is not what
I would call stillness, but it is absolutely faithful
to itself. When you stretch out this much netting
no more fish will come jumping from the shadows
you cast on the surface, but you and your fragmented
army can droop and rely on tensile strength.
No necking will find you this low to the earth.
By the way you held the center I assumed
you knew the locale had sunk. By the way
you delivered your strain to the structure, I thought
more rivers would drain to this spot.