Wrapped
sometimes sirens, sometimes motors,
sometimes distortion
electrical fields wrapping around magnetic fields around charged particles
shadow light energy zero light energy cross referencing
so as to grow and settle
so as to grow and settle
fattened squirrels and trash barrel sparrows
where we went and how it turned out as we tried to turn out, continual
an effort to no longer wonder what happened to wonder or wonder how long we will wander one earth melting under peculiar gazings
as if it might be that in just trying it is thriving
in just trying it is thriving
as oil drips to refresh entropy engines fed on wet scarecrows and rare chemicals
as red yellow burn desperation exhaustion pollution
sits in accent and mere additive,
to slow blue weave of inspiration that keeps it beating
to slow green of something as simple as belief
through idle hours and half tears, overwhelmed at the edge of nothing
as if that is where she dreams herself forever in turn,
something like a current or a wave that seems to say
its okay, no one ever knew
its okay, no one ever knew
its okay, no one ever knew
and so it goes
thricefold between health then five prime between that for life in eleven breaths
candlewicks and clean river water
soaring alter soaring vocal
plastic bags blowing down the street
dumbstruck in spring dream
All works by L. Woods. more bullshit to come.