that word i cant remember

poetry
is the theory
of daybreak

coyote
in the corkscrewing
oval
granite
hall

let that be a lesson to you
cloudwhite
and moonblue

as the parrots circle around
its naked bleeding awe

at every moment
the thing is born
and lest you not forget
it dies

stained in the fabric
of the endless
and auto-replicating string
or sting
where the third eye

gives way
to whole

whole catastrophe
it moved

it moved me
and moved you

and somehow
being is rapt
in the history
of a random
artefact


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