Evolve
The sound on your tongue then--
It stretched the body
So concave and circular: clay pulled out to reverberant edges
--waiting, poised
To meet warm ‘o’s of years.
Beyond flutters
In the loops of the words.
Foresight; like a shell--
He lay drenched in the shadows of trees
With the mouth miming only cold mist
That lingered (or waited)
Until-- once will come an un-tasted roar;
And red bark will scoop him through great tumbling years
To the lap of this primeval ‘o’
Which will stir words
Deep inside (somewhere by the womb).
On--
or back?
It grazed the insides,
That ‘o’,
And now we wait as one
Who hovers round a just-emptied chair.
The sound on your tongue then--
It stretched the body
So concave and circular: clay pulled out to reverberant edges
--waiting, poised
To meet warm ‘o’s of years.
Beyond flutters
In the loops of the words.
Foresight; like a shell--
He lay drenched in the shadows of trees
With the mouth miming only cold mist
That lingered (or waited)
Until-- once will come an un-tasted roar;
And red bark will scoop him through great tumbling years
To the lap of this primeval ‘o’
Which will stir words
Deep inside (somewhere by the womb).
On--
or back?
It grazed the insides,
That ‘o’,
And now we wait as one
Who hovers round a just-emptied chair.
