come let us soften
every so often
there where afflictions part ways
start the wild rumpus
at five points on the compass
two clicks and boundless pathways
tomorrow our soon
holding magical blooms
will keep tune with the swollen sown cedar
and all that we do
will start to peer through
the gates of the golden stone keeper
© Curtis Ackie 2022
Remedios Varo, The Creation of the Birds (1957)
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