Stoic

from Mild Peril by Atlas At Last

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You’d think that he was kissing the Earth, buried face and limbs haphazard.
The surf lapped at feet sore from the tumble and the crush.
You’d almost think he wasn’t breathing, in a shallow wake, collapsing softly.
But who am I to integrate the problems of the waking world?
I could’ve sworn that he was smiling, craters and voids, palpitations so noisy you could hear,
Teeth and tongue thrashing wildly about, oh my god.
He has never been this loud, what would you recommend to quiet him down?
Through the dark roof that swayed, a clearing for light that bore –
Anomalous, tickled him and the conidiophore.
A podium for the celestial emissary?
Scrawled in granite, led misfortune astray. What does it say? I’ve never seen anything like this before.
The canopy creeks as the ancient place settles and sighs,
Dendrochonologically wise: concentric circles constructing parables of lost time.
Have you heard the one that goes…
“What are you, but me? An extension of my phylogeny. What am I but you, repeating?”
“When we can choose, how will it be defined? In organic shapes or symmetrical lines?”
What I saw…
His body is rejected by the environment
“They were this tall, they had gotten rid of skin. They could breathe in miasma and never get sick. They would flutter to the ground and slumber like death. They take the breath from the wind.”

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from Mild Peril, released May 18, 2018

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