12.1.22

THE HUMAN HEART A POLISHED MINERAL

 by Shaun Lawton 


Foraging in the weeds for acorns


uncovered a sword whose stolen length spanned
a limb for which it was taken;
costing an arm to the one

to whom it was handed down,
while denying triumph to
the keepers of both hands.


I think I understand your point well sir just don't forget that 
in the legend the pure of heart are given credit in the moonlight.
 
Better get moving.
See that pretty city scape.
Encroaching from the horizon.
Getting closer every time you look.


Just let it all go.
What do you smell down this alleyway.
Now that its late.
As the stars burn and scream into the atmosphere.

Of darkness let the rays
cast down be reminders
illumination may also
come from the damned.

Neptune
(13 moons: Triton, Nereid, Larissa, 
Naiad, Thalassa, Despina, Galatea, 
Proteus, Halimede, Sao, Psamathe, 
Laomedeia, Neso)

Centaurs.

You may pass through my woodlot, but be warned. 
This is my domain, and I may exact retribution if you fail to respect it.

He was on a journey to the well of sadness
for there he'd heard an echo of a tale which
whispered on the unfamiliar wind of a clearing
a deadbeat trance on the railroad tracks singing
in that shrill metal scream diminishing

Anise water
if the weather's
nice otherwise
freeze a frown
in a bucket of ice.

Alabaster swarms nestled under. 
Head full of sea kelp starring lights.
A bundle of tree roots bled in the dark. 
One bloody femur shaped like a foot.

There's evidence to suggest this singularity keeps repeating 
its programming in a never ending loop of such gradually 
decaying simulation that the differentials spawned grow 
not into yet more shed ghosts of future developments 
but rather constantly shape and mold the singular 
only possible existence here frozen in eternity 
and possessed by the illusion 
of constant movement 
to the point that even 
in our resting state 
of deep sleep 
every night 
occurring with
metronomic 
persistence 
we are unable 
to really wake up 
from our conditioning 
to realize this motion just
conducts us into dreaming.

Who benefits besides corporations.
We must ask ourselves these questions.
Can a building be hijacked.
Can a dark meme of humanity go viral.
Can a species go extinct.
It all depends on what you think.

Words are the new pet rocks. 
 You don't even have to paint eyes on them. 
 And they appear veritably, virtually, visibly on all of our d-Vices. 

 I'm going fishing in the real world now. 
My words and poems are just the shiny bait. 
 Just you wait. Set your iWatch on it. 
To be hooked and reeled in. 
 Bookworms of the world, take note.
We're going fishing...

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