Untitled, original poem #30

under troubled suns
and the constant mist
 of seasons
i am growing something new
something unannounced
and unplanned for

a certain curtained course

though believe me
 when i say i know
that even the wind
 is synergetic happenstance
the resulting swoon
 of sun and moon
  and earth dance



Author: Transdimensional Poet

Poet, Transdimensional explorer, fisherman.

4 thoughts on “Untitled, original poem #30”

    1. Hell yeah, man. You did some good scritchin’ on this one. Feel free to use any piece I post for the Scritch Show. ( Anybody who reads this, check out the Scritchshow.com . This podcast is in no small part what inspired me to finally make this blog. ) It’s not a violation of the BipCot license.


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