it is the egg sizzling on the griddle
burning burning burning
and becoming something else
frazzled and maniacal
divested of sagacity
it is the fawn feeding in the forest
frolic free and yet feral
hiding in the safe thicket
innocent---vernal
divested of sophistication
it is the bird buried above
permanently caught in the blanket-sky
squawking, screaming, crying out
to be let down from its e c s tasy
always neglected. forgotten.
it is the tender drop of rain
prepared to dissolve on the wind
holding a world inside itself
keening sobbing weeping
and asking why it is crying.
it is the listless eye of a star
existence becomes the struggle
living for dying at the very least
longuor, lassitude, lethargy
on the verge of sleep
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