Whole
In the
Soil –
Not the arid soil
But the fertile soils that bear
The best crops
She dug and dug
Until there was
.
One that
She could ::/(. ponder
And use her imagination.
One that is insular and
Warm.
She looks ../; up at the sky
How bright the …-( stars shine.
And the silence
like noise absent
From the vastness
Of whatever there was.
Is it too deep
She gave her whole?
And filled it up with
What still
Remained.
.
…(:):
……….;:/.?.
Pôle
A striped zebra
Marching in the field.
Closer and closer
He pressed his
Shoulders
On the weight of the world.
A pale horse
Marched in the field.
single file,
Flickered his
Hooves, and Barked
Into the field
And the vastness
Of everything that remained.
A turtle
Laid flat on the ground
And munched on the
Grass that
Remained.
The land
Was fruitful
And barren,
The crops Withering in
The field.
The horse cried ‘heaven’,
To the grass that
Remained in the lips of
Turtle
Gracefully.
…(:):
……….;:/.?.
Mole
In summertime,
The wind blew softly.
The soil was dry,
The horse vibed.
In springtime,
The horse cried.
The soil is warm,
The wind marched on.
In wintertime,
All stopped.
All barren. All lost.
Where was the wind
That brought the arid soil
dug
Whole?
…(:):
……….;:/.?.
Sole (translation: Soul)
She dug no longer,
Sitting she waited
For the day to arrive.
Where is the sun
the horse promised?
She hoped to
Get a gasp on the flamboyant rays
That
Shine brightly.
The soul-sucked effort
Dug whole
Wasted
For a turtle-necked
Horse in the distance
And stale.
Still,
She hoped.
One day, Whole,
She may crawl out
and be free.
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