Meered Amidst the Bluebottle Reeds

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Meered amidst the bluebottle reeds
minor lightning tricks of cerebellum needs
reducing breath, anoxia, on muscle tissue feeds

The furnace of heart
The bellows of lungs
the radiating mind

In the cattail musk at the edge of alive.

Steep the furnace
Fill the bellows

again
again

Again! Turn the beam

Dive dive dive.

Equalize an homage to Valsava

100 feet below the bluebottle field’s purple reeds.

Compression’s wake cavitates

In this murky nonplanckian space, I alone gravitate.

Shall I return to my fields?

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::stands slowly, quietly raises wine glass in Scylla’s direction, and sips respectfully, dumbstruck::

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:: Breathing deeply of the cattail musk at the edge of alive. ::

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wow…::sighs thinkin of all my poems that lack a great line like this::