Day adze
.poetry by
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with pre-script at bottom
Day adze
With a swing of the matchet,
comes whistle of verses.
Instilled into heartwood
hewn by hefting of courage.
Along whorls of grained copses
where jungle-beasts dwell,
inscribing the sawdust:
cymatic ill-knell.
May you stand, sombre sentry
while carve we the frills:
write stone-flights of fancy
to embellish your wills.
Poetry by
8/30/18
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Images by
.1 — "View from the Porch" by Alimuse [cropped]
2 — "Peaceful Old Trees" by Lilyas
3 — "Old Trees and Little Lakes" by Tickclick
┌|Day adze|┐
┌| P r e - s c r i p t |┐
Lifting the mind-adze—
pummeled submission of day upon day,
slats to be riven by perspective,
perpendicular in grid of bright conception.
