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somewhere in my yard
is a meteorite
not too big, doesn't rely on magnitude
to impact
but is still substantial
beautiful
I'm sure
cast with the iron
and heavy metal expected
yet, I envision
peridot inside
crystallized moss radioactive
can sense
pressure and heat formed facets
of every colored beryl
refracting the intent
of the observer
enough ju-ju
to have new-agers
invent a new incense
but tied to ancestry enough
to smell myrrh
Mecca is a shrine to supra-terrestial
stones such as this
I haven't yet found it
and science can't help
but it is more than metaphor
it affects my dreams
my awake
some stowed-away sentience
must have made the trip
because more than magnets
call to my bloods ores
you can tell by the indent,
by the grass pressed into pattern
that my yard is laughing
at the fence around its head
wearing it like a cardboard crown
I have dug many holes
and heard the ding of unknown rock
against a shovel that exists
merely for the pleasure of ditch,
but can still not confirm
the seat of my company
although, the hands on clocks go awry
as you approach my house
is a meteorite
not too big, doesn't rely on magnitude
to impact
but is still substantial
beautiful
I'm sure
cast with the iron
and heavy metal expected
yet, I envision
peridot inside
crystallized moss radioactive
can sense
pressure and heat formed facets
of every colored beryl
refracting the intent
of the observer
enough ju-ju
to have new-agers
invent a new incense
but tied to ancestry enough
to smell myrrh
Mecca is a shrine to supra-terrestial
stones such as this
I haven't yet found it
and science can't help
but it is more than metaphor
it affects my dreams
my awake
some stowed-away sentience
must have made the trip
because more than magnets
call to my bloods ores
you can tell by the indent,
by the grass pressed into pattern
that my yard is laughing
at the fence around its head
wearing it like a cardboard crown
I have dug many holes
and heard the ding of unknown rock
against a shovel that exists
merely for the pleasure of ditch,
but can still not confirm
the seat of my company
although, the hands on clocks go awry
as you approach my house
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