Whittling (in progress)

Enter into it,
caress it and feel the return,
of intentional touch.
Layers, sheafs, skins
of long extinct species, phyla , kingdoms

That it is potential is a
consequential knowledge. Thought
grows, sprouts after germination.
Milk-thistle in sidewalk cracks,
dandelion crowns forgotten.

I contracted white lung disease
inhabiting the caves of this page.
My basil ganglionic reward structure
sits in straw, in the back, whittling
images of passé old surrealists.
Using knife strokes, ink musings
both ludic and analytic.
Stone resonance chambers
trap synaptic sympathetic vibrations.
Consciously created for drifting.
These symbols are free of bothersome semantic accretions.

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