beauty and celebration in the creation in the dismissal of unclaimed art
now goes a reverent heart through the ashbeats of relevant time
now ashes the disposed hours for the house journey of collective wastelands
like a temple inside a seed, where measurements go, and kiss the noturn of favorite spellrites
where martins forage the playing field of resurrection and prized possessions
just fance your plate composition like the weathered tire
a fence to rather still the lonely of the resembled diodes of time’s misplacement
