NOW'EVER ENOUGH

 

                         Dire Henry  
          hammers                 everything north or
south
or east of west............the clink/clang
heard hours away
                portraying the dominance of
        man
over god                just as she/he and every
                                                                  thing.

Forget god. Yes forget.
make'up a little dance of your own.
For whatever it's worth.
Like the Centennial of the Sandohog's labors
               bringing billions'o gallons
               of crisp waters to suffering NYC,
          (Crown Jewel of the Hemispheric North.

And the labor's labor on and on,
the tricks as visible as the trash site
                        of the local trashing.

There's no relative truth that goes wit
       this hunger, but the dance may be
        an able posture of
                         possession, of
                               potential , of
                                  the process of
of seeing the relative of a  blessed, wholly invaluable ,
             state of stillness , taking it's time,
                                                            as is fulfilling, knowing
                knowing the constancy on poeting
                            the state of this overwhelmed mind,
             settling for the action of no more,
                                                                 for now'ever.


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        2012  feb   21  ~    dkzk, LLD       poetics,+ (badfotos