Wrenching wretched hex signs from the barn door of my memory
oh so many swirls of feather bottom bliss in the grass, lazy grass.
That PA dutch look: nonexistent \/\/eritas
arabesque funerals for some sort of color
only imagined as symmetrical.
Digress vision, digress; I am substantial in surfeit of this nothing
crepuscular visions, align’d-
Natural matrimony at its finest yes finest: color/sky.