Die Section

May 5, 2023

Carving nature at the joints

the scalpel glistens clean

Motion severed night from day

all stillness duly preened

Slicing creation half by half

its essence caught between

Feasting on marrow dripping free

—trapped inside a dream

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2023)

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