Stations

thoughts before i start a new job

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 Beasts know it true

to guard against the larger

and feast on the lesser

this is not the only rule

rather a lesson of bounty;

of knowing ones station:

what stands before us

always a conflict of weight.

And yet we are burdened

with other means. A look 

in a look in an instant. 

And what we look for 

are cues of weakness, smallness

in another. We are looking 

outward with wide thirsty eyes

when the vital notion is inward,

essential and unknown. 

–ECW

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Poem 52 Revised

Oh! The Earth bursts out between these weeds

Feeds the trees, please return these seeds as I left them:

 

With potential. Holy holy incredible the decibel of husk musk matter

We are a splatter of star latter, what-ever with weather, we sometimes

Grow… didn’t you know…

 

I thought is so, to sew the seeds of my father’s weeds and wait

By the mounds with resounding sunshine. With enough love

We will grow.

 

And when we grow the soil knows…

To look for seeds.

—ECW

 

Poem 52 Edited – Poem 52 Revised