Still, Wait, Decay, Emerge

Gress to the glade and grimly grind the grist;

crunch with the crowns, crush the kernel, create

— no, release a repressed rumpled rind of the real,

fluttering, flattened, fluxuant, full;

preventings perturb this principia — pause —

house the hale, hail the heart, halt the harrows,

marr the moulds, mend the mind, mull the morrows.

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Header painting is by Odd Nerdrum, “Return of the Sun”

Into the Clarities