lend me your reflection of a blue sky and a still world.

trust your ear to the machine, who knows what the hill amplifies in its echo chamber.

what worm took the heart wood, when the young world was dreaming.

cabbage to cup, no mere sod, a yellow flower for our theory of mind.

dip into the water. terminus of one world, door to another.

dark water behind the dam pillaged land afore.

your collecting bowl snags every lost particle.

inside there is a party howling at the moon.

first thing is to sing. then open a pack of coloured pencils.

potato. just that. white, lumpen, turgid, dependable. and in hestia's hearth sweet earth.

the ground you stand on cuts from under you. brittle shells the last to go.