hammers everything north or
or east of west............the clink/clang
heard hours away
portraying the dominance of
over god just as she/he and every
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
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,
2012 feb 21 ~ dkzk, LLD poetics,+ (badfotos