( No self-records | Series Mycelium Contemporanea Leviathanum )
While the search and rescue operation
might, to a degree, revive and thus replenish
all those years, the time, all lost to deep blue oceans,
deep blue space, to darkest bellies of ferocious beasts
who drank from cups that no one dared to drink—
for those gods, may they feast on earth and shake the
skies, with thunder storms the sea saws all violins and flutes
from loving lips, their drips and drops reviving seasons.
In the nonchalance of cups the endless pouring,
dripping, dropping, drumming, their enduring
under thundering feet,
the mycelic flowers
come to spring.
Put it on repeat!
Put it on repeat!!
Put it on repeat!!?
"I shall," replied the feral shadow cat, "I will."
"but only once, indeed."
// Then she turned and went onto her very specially ordained search and rescue operation hunt for those earth gods that have been yet unseen to bow. Will bow! Once bow! What a show!
Happy B day to one-and-only Romano Crivici!
Thanks Linsey Pollak & Jessica Ainsworth
( happy B day to-you-too! )
our dogs, the hunt,
the garlic for the night
a pack of wooden sticks
to play on broken hearts
replay, play on, re-play.
Mijaouw!
#actsofdisobedience