an experiment in permaculture poetics

 

 


Twelve

 

 

in the small cave of

    

the wound, the ground

 

is bitter and tangled but

 

we there uncover

 

                       primordial

 

                       softness

 

 

your mouth

 

your voice

 

a history that cannot decide

 

 

we are part of

 

a patchwork

 

now the trees are

 

winged creatures

          

~~~~~

Spiral Orb is an experiment in juxtaposition, interrelationships, and intertextuality—a cross-pollination. This opening poem composts fragments from each of the pieces in Spiral Orb Twelve . Standing also as the table of contents, each line is embedded with a hyperlink to its original poem. Once at each poem, you will find links to the other poems in Spiral Orb Twelve .

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