Roman

Timeplace

Forward, a single chao
Behind, lovelocked land
The birds and the breeze
Definitely articulate now's
Brow, furrowed with late season corn
Once again knee high
Crisp, crumbling, stalking now
With a long-past promise
Unarticulated then
And now chaos
Cacophony of cawcawphonies
Ravens in crow suits
Too tight for this early after aughts light
Where the location is two hands progressing the circle
Pressing the shape into righter angles
Lost lost lost