man standing on his head at the end of the world
insects buzz hover dart vanish
past arboreal ashfalls’ burnt taste
spire weed breezes tingle lips, nose
grasses and evergreen scrubs below
shudder with birds wings flapping
inner and outer dimensions interswirl
air past ears skin of arm hair tickles
looped steepled globed circle-horizons
tiring, head-top set in tufts of grass
roseate view of sun through eyelids
the abracadabra of this world, those
litanies of sorrows and joys mingle
mangle memories like wash water-wrung
laundry of long ago water rushes afar
sleeping head clears breath outside-in
dreams mixing with emptied worlds freeing
streams running distant water falling
throwing everything at non problems
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