Ear cage
Oh rare & wild ear, translate until bright my rival making, my restlessness. The river bears thousands of planets & the church lifts an elliptical wine, reminding us of lust on old records. Up, bird! Bring pieces of ticking meat, traumatic presents to fill with our losses. Carry an uncanny whisk-broom, utter sparse desires, jump. Time extends beyond the ornate lip & jar. One turns, wants, composes, part human, part gyroscope, raw twigs exposed together. The ear spans ignored masters & incorporates sheer guises of a cage.
Dave Bonta
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