Raising the Veracity of Imparted Stock Brick Corn Feilds

Dedicated to Cat Clyde
And the thousand year struggle
Of at a stand endurance

Where the light folds into a standard reference degression
of berceuse tonality like seven years of anti-bellicose
strengthened sunflower tool masters lighting mother wisdom
with stolen temples of mapped out thoughts jingoistic,
that now do not deny or impart the sudden transient moves
of that wrinkled time or tracks to get from here to share

there are subtle seasons that do not regret performative
rights, absence of long horses regaining happenstance joy
cardboard lettering like willows in the trust mattered
Midwest splinters coasting on apologies on this tour
like Greek shares of viola stock thinking that the people
can always turn on their ears to you, now-forever grace

there is one thing you left out apart when you think of me,
my meandering dross kitchen, the rain that forms cup-shaped
dulband changes, younglings with hands tossing rain sprouts
between each other like energy beams that do not have hollowed
ground or clip in short, but are the spirits, totality in blues,
paths endless, showing you that you can acknowledge this,
children of the elegant pitching movement hiding from this flood
where the windows capture the stolen identifications for lesser bonds