Could Be A Disruption by Solar Flares
I look out
under a heavy, concrete sky.
What do you make of that?
A day when the clouds are made of concrete.
So I heaved
with my chisel and hammered
chipping away at the
range of mountains
like breasts
in the sky.
Some days meditation
is like that.
Turbulence in green
under a
clear cobalt sky
when I finished
I sank into a
warm corbeau lap
of hills.
Anything can exist,
why not?
Think of
visionary space.
Why substitute
symbolic systems
for reality-
isn't it enough that
the world inhabits
the world?
under a heavy, concrete sky.
What do you make of that?
A day when the clouds are made of concrete.
So I heaved
with my chisel and hammered
chipping away at the
range of mountains
like breasts
in the sky.
Some days meditation
is like that.
Turbulence in green
under a
clear cobalt sky
when I finished
I sank into a
warm corbeau lap
of hills.
Anything can exist,
why not?
Think of
visionary space.
Why substitute
symbolic systems
for reality-
isn't it enough that
the world inhabits
the world?