by Michael H. Brownstein
The world never stops filling itself with itself
and we can never stop dipping our senses into its well,
a wish for rain slips through the congregation,
a Mongolian chant, the sudden hum of the bowl of the monks,
things break and things get broken.
—Fifteen questions for the Socratic notion
conveyor belt madness?
a sampling of turbulence?
people of the pandemic,
blood work and the end of days?
the list of the ancient sequoia?
a tomahawk road? sage advice?
smoke and a pinch of anger?
bankrupt cities of sex?
values in sound? timbres in light?
an erosion of teeth? organic man?
a shake-down of hands?
the dark stain of cloud and
a thin stream heavy with water
the lost trial of the ruins?
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