rare dreams

how in earth does beauty flow / fore and back / to and fro
and is our vision held to the span
'tween the here-now and those first memories of a man
or does everyold scene slingshot our sight backways through time //

1500 YEARS OF OUR LORD

WE KNOW NOTHING OF THIS WORLD

so young minds look to an experiencer - we are illiterate - yes see
like words of wisdom from older brothers, acuity falls underfoot.
we are born under jade jambs ||| to stretch beyond the skin of this sweet fruit.

and did a salted path course its way through time

and all wild things falling along it become preserved

have you heard

he's always been mine