SURVEY
the
results of the survey were not in her favour, beneficial though the
survey
was in itself; she stepped down off the tripod and
put
on her hourglass. Outside in thwarted magick,
depths
defied a common magazine view of porthole reef,
magnitude
delegation, and ritual hopscotch. Lessened
miracle
in a practise, without a none toward look at trees and
indifferent
calculations, numbskull reference to a knot scrambled initiation
feet
of welded psychometry, wilderness within a
corpse
satisfactory for yesterdays come. They asked
questions
and incited a fragrant muse that would pass the time,
in
jewelled fractals and crystal glass twang,
a
posing dress rehearsal for tonight's web and lightened play.
Comatose
ridiculousness of all times regret, a madame
grandmother
never addressed, and smelling salts with another,
the
talk was steep but there nonetheless. Was a survey required
to
see into this window deep? or merely a pane of
observation,
one accounted for and worked around anyway. The
lessons
grasped at her throat as a rare choker unsure
of
who it's made for, or the designer forthwith. Delivered
and
unretrieved, a greater stance shot through like
a
bullet bride in summer, without chaos and too much need. A listen
at
the grocers for what must really be shopped for, and in its desert,
fruit-like
shapes win out to heaven.
Sand,
dust, fragments and truth.
Nicolee Ferris
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