Today I will work on the grass and gardening and petty, necessary home repairs, pondering the nature of subversiveness.
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Days 2025: Spring (87)
The river is diesel soot dream
it fills the cracks and crannies
erases fingerprints, makes you
a non-person to the counting
of electronic time clocks.
Days 2025: Winter (37-40)
Day 37
dream dream of the great world’s drowning
even these monuments of bone
and erased names upon which
sand castles stand
the penitent man prays for gills knowing
there is no salvation except to dive deep
Day 38
speak then, sermonizing bird
speak of wings, a world
floating on clouds: currents upon currents
centuries filtered to an icy deep
I dream I am floating on a river of fire.
I know the boatman’s first true name.
Day 39
this cup of tea, a respite
Lord, my gills are tired
Day 40
cast these prayers out
on the driftwood and flotsam
what is faith on the floating world
just another abandoned Styrofoam cooler
we are encircled by a moat of crucifixions
waiting for christs to submit
