an experiment in permaculture poetics
we have been in scientific studies
down towns sub urbs square fields high ways
we found miniature pears, apples, and cherries to eat
a bed, a composting toilet, a desk and a bath
a tense buzz of birds
warming to the mineral taste
around which violets gathered
rhythym the yeses back
atmosphere's ripe with nutrients
this off camber falling
rough and arbitrary hardnesses
we sleep as the dust of the mountain
left out on a mountainside at birth
in a time when time was
among yellow flowers:
it's not snowing yet, it's wind in your ears
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 One. Standing both as the opening poem and 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 One. Anticipate the poems making contact with one another in an odd and perfect manner.
Current Spiral Orb.
For more on Spiral Orb and for the next submission period, see What Is.