Sand, once forest, graveyards for ghosts of trees, soft whistles in breeze soon rumble with trucks laying foundations, proclamations of soulless dominion over ten thousand things; foul matricide. Sand, once forest, crawls with mud and afeared who claw for last arks for floods consume waste. Jack o’lantern face grins grimly when they gurgle, flounder, sink…
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dVerse — OLN Live — Silken Threads Hold
Silken threads holdtight, sticky lies, promisedforevers, extremesdesigned to die, sigh.Round seeds, sharp edgesTextured mirage, hybridized bait beckons,“plant me!” (wrong zone) “plant me!” (no germ, no growth.) Silken threads holdseasoned seeds of promise;to stay, hibernate,safe in winter dreams —or fly with zephyrstraverse oceans, deserts, to parts unknown.To alight, be consumed, dispersed — to grow. What the…
TSM 171 — Matlalcueye
“Roots” 1943 by Frida Kahlo Winged angel eyes beam from a young crone’s face; mute proclamation that she’s planted. Her grounded consciousness reaches up and out, giant’s stalks to climb, vines that stretch and root in once barren fields Winged angel eyes behold as forest rise symphony of trees temper arid breeze See! Clouds come…
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