taste soft humus
and insight.
i come to terms
by leg pulling.
leg pulling me forward. and
leg pulling me back.
a partnership
a throne
a palanquin near-march to the first warm sunlight. and
all great temperature derive
from contrast. and
this value white hot on a bed of charcoal. and
so my wagtail headbob
considers my role
in this scheme. and
what do i bring to this
stilting construction this lumber behemoth
my upturned vessel hot 2d tent
of tree trunks on a plane
now carry me third
by rotation. and
rotation.
make me an axis
the bite.
