ㅁ Cup's empty. Seems someone drank my coffee. Probably that was me, still not awake.
– a tetractys.
Category: Tetractys
Caveat: Poem #2609 “Best served cold, and smelling of the sea”
ㅁ Blood flowered on knuckles, along fingers. Those beastly barnacles were fighting back.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2608 “No words”
ㅁ Days eaten by rainclouds, intemperate challenges toward the laconic earth.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2607 “Futurology”
ㅁ Stress shows up, settles in, uninvited. My gut ties itself up in baroque knots.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2606 “The congregation”
ㅁ Black ravens swirled like storms congregated. They'd found something they wanted to discuss.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2605 “Denials”
ㅁ Don't even bother me. I'm sure you're just making all this shit up.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2604 “Approaching equinox”
ㅁ Sun shone down, but the light wasn't summer's: the afternoon sun's angle has shifted now.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2603 “I slept, and this happened”
ㅁ Dream: future Mexican dystopia - robotic programmers stacked like firewood.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2602 “Not just a leak”
ㅁ Words start slow, tumble out... then suddenly: whole sentences spill out like a burst pipe.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2601 “The sky’s arena”
ㅁ Clouds became luminous scintillating stray beasts colliding like gray goddesses.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2600 “Upādāna”
ㅁ gifts given bought and sold dull detritus these physical things imbued with meaning
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2599 “Hydrologic cycle”
ㅁ storm brings rain and some wind waves on the sea rivulets run, all gray and muddy brown
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2598 “The bystander”
ㅁ Still, at ease, looking out, stolid, alert, the eagle parked herself on the pier's railing.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2597 “Interspecies asemia”
ㅁ Birds in trees as rain falls make their noises which I find are undecipherable.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2596 “An attempt at a description”
ㅁ Light, and dark, with other iridescent... let me start again: there was a sunrise.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2573 “Napping at dawn”
ㅁ sleep slips in takes over just a moment and i can dream i'm shouting at the moon
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2556 “Map, meet territory”
ㅁ Maps extend their green shapes across landscapes; the forest fails to understand these things.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2555 “Yielding to fate”
ㅁ Snails move in, slide around, eat radishes. Frankly, I'll let them have the radishes.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2554 “On droughts in the rainforest”
ㅁ Rain is good - and frequent. Unless there's a drought. Then it rains less, at least for a few weeks.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2553 “‘Before dawn’ is a relative term”
ㅁ Dark mornings are preferred to constant light. It's been a few months since I beat the sun.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2538 “New denizens”
ㅁ cat and dog came along with the neighbors they kind of just do their own thing nearby
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2523 “RE future plans”
ㅁ Death can come anytime, unexpected. But it's best not to assume it's easy.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2522 “Illusion”
ㅁ Light comes down from the clouds as it were real; the trees perpetuate the illusion.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2521 “A song for the ages”
ㅁ Art requires a kind of pretentiousness. Please accept my apologies for this.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2515 “A line”
ㅁ Fog and clouds, grasp mountains, conceal the sky: The morning's a line between sea and mist.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2513 “Geology”
ㅁ rocks pile up take up space form continents move around over very long time-scales
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2512 “Solar regret”
ㅁ Sun arrived, dried things out, awoke the trees - but it always makes me feel my home's lost.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2511 “Life imitates art”
ㅁ Then stories coalesced, became concrete; and fiction was re-rendered into fact.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2508 “More of the same”
ㅁ chill rainfall visited the waiting trees as if they really wanted more moisture
– a tetractys
Caveat: Poem #2502 “Semiotic behavior”
ㅁ birds suggest various alternatives other birds just ignore their colloquies
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2489 “Just being in the moment”
ㅁ Slugs slowly make progress in crossing paths; I doubt they're over-thinking anything.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2487 “The phases of a dirt road”
ㅁ Dust, kicked up into clouds by passing trucks... but then the rain returned and we could breathe.
– a tetractys.
Caveat: Poem #2485 “Performativity”
ㅁ No. I can't. So instead, if you'll let me... I'll just pretend to make sense and you'll shrug.
– a tetractys.