Let’s Not Be L-7

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Fixed in the grid
with angles squarely set;
locked, as it were,
in the matrix:
newspaper columned.
Let us not be thus;
cubistic in crystal,
vibratory in place—
separate from the music
that circles away.
Dance
with the wheels that turn.

Outside of place settings
and floor-space,
the compassed garden
escapes acreage–
the arc of planets
encircles the endless sky,
spreading.
Below,
one vertex sticks out of the mud.

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Ample Cover

There are stars that never rise or fall
offering ample cover from the trickster
gamboling the rushes with a tambourine,
the percussive cymbals in three degrees.
The dimple deepens with the curling smirk
for the dying kings swallowed by darkness,
black holes patient for every random star,
tangerine sunsets after the harvest.
Ouroboros shrinks into quarks abuzz
regardless of amber snapshots of gist
and the painted minstrel marks the folly
of the crouching predator in plain view.