Parallel

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The ghostly sightings of space rats,    
elusive in the passages of wormholes,  
and the portal of trees lit by the lunar rings  
in a constant curling of echoes,  
and the rare exchange--  
   
gulls, reversed mutations to pterodactyl,    
drift inland like mega spores from the    
hyperbaric void that cosmic storms leave    
behind, gravitate, where static crackles    
as you seek shelter:  
   
territorial, from the cellular towers,  
nuclear isomers foraging between bomb bays,    
while drawn to this molecular lyric by chance  
in the outback, where time stands still    
from the pull of our Precambrian dance.  
   
Mid-air, our thrall becomes a menace  
to the silence of a sibling planet.  
These ironic feathers fluting  
from our cage of arboretums;  
they have no quantum, no beginning.  
   
Notes found swirling in atomic maps  
of interstellar anatomies, like    
ineffectual miracles.  
   
Our winged egression into acidic skies  
herald the chorus of our crossing  
through a multiverse of vastitudes  
to settle into a grume of loess,  
a sandstone listening to our conversation,

scattered soliloquies of light skeletonized
in afternoons of intermittent duets,
where leaves, long dead,
are still devoted to forgotten roots.  
 
 
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