Of Poses
Viral migrations bedevil our sleep
We rise to raise a body flag flown
Our town among the rushes how it
Rushes darkness the wheeling of stars
In the chittering dust an aerial smallness
Scales our very hubris surface skin
Touches our wings binds us awake
Enmeshed to what we cannot see
Surfactin the two-brained logic of the lungs
Gyres and spikes in toes and kindness principles
Go recognized and ignored our demos breathing
Gets sticky on all scales things wakes up
For we can cast a form like a dandelion bloom
To heed a material blindness of the senses
––the commonest of poses