Improvisation In Age
November 8, 2025 4AM - 7AM
Bucking Time’s the bucking steed Song tries to ride bareback Notes fly as it’s thrown Slow Motion I’m fright fraught freight Below deck, hypnotic waves, Slow motion ocean Looking Ahead In November With each fallen leaf My four score I’ll celebrate Green old still attached Party We’ll throw a party Invite everyone we’ve lost To rouse and carouse Of Then As long as I stay I can’t let them go for I’m Tapestry of them My Kin The leaves are my kin That fly from the trees, return To earth that gave birth Stranger Such sorrow, such shame My earthly stranger mother Never wholly gone Great Blue The sleek great blue whale Is summation of plankton Tiny bits of sun Forgot Palace of forgot Has columns of lost marbles Roofed with yesterday Indulgence Reader's indulgence I ask to string my slight beads in their planet's orb