Headless

3/21/2023, everything is subtitle

Headless
TY Rhyd Wildermuth & Douglas Harding
Con/Jur/d, 3/21/2023

I made myself stupid
or rather the world conspired
to strike me dumb with awe
friends, co-conspirators, family
ask, "How are you alive?"

That's the question, ain't it?

Given the circumstances
of the unknowable in
every direction
in time, space
    dimensions

on a spectrum

from flat to
head exploding entanglements
I'm shocked we don't sit ( more
often )on the curb, hedgerow, cliff
heads neatly tucked
in the crook

between arm and chest
one ear listening to our hearts
the other sensing the electromyographic 
twitch of our intentions
to build sandcastles despite
the tide rising in every

               cor -
        ner

Saying, “This is the moat
this is the steeple, these are
the people, a chorus singing
solo parts in harmony”

"Who can afford to see a dentist?"
"I'm worried about hydrofluorocarbons"
“Or did you see this? Look 
what they did now!”
"Without branding, you'll never be..."

over and over and over

And calling 
              ground mollusks, radically reduced geography
as it quickly drys out, falling slowly at first

Building speed
accelerating toward collapse
          shifting unstable ground
the air redolent with seaweed
and microplastics, bound together
           negative ions, the sky filled with endless
stars appearing in the crepuscular
firmament, 
                  
                     life.

Much, much love,

Con/Jur/d, 3/21/2023