A Sort Of A Song
Let the snake wait under
His weed
And the writing
Be of words, slow and quick, sharp
To strike, quiet to wait,
Sleepless.
-through metaphor to reconcile
The people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
But in things) Invent!
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
The rocks.
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