everything within blue
hares from the yellow
moon gurgling, break
through to clear fountains
hinged structuring beyond
where rare eagles soar
green mountains crying,
"libre centroamericano!"
from far far upon a time
no longer cherished today
trueself floats we're about
a candle's flickering space
learning how to be untorn
among designers' smokes
waking the spiral fawn
beneath the Sea stills
another eclipse rising
sprouting into the "i"
lingering to fall away
flat to round, unclothed
despondence abounds
as the walk crowns now
with only one more to say
-j.a. knolls
