Catharsis Chronicles

A Myopic Savant

I wander the yard beyond awareness

Cubism and Mind. by from Creative Commons

a myopic savant
I wander the yard
beyond awareness
as a servant
I wander

in remembered lots
empty
but for weed songs
their conditioned freedom
yet unlimited green fire
so like our species

they led me here
you know
to this place
where stanzas bloom
in empty spaces
from forgotten bits
of collateral meaning
lost
in the great
game of goals

from beyond the yard
I return
leaving bush trails of deer and rain
Braille books of shelf fungus and collected spores
mycelia of living Rorschach roots

in a birch yard
‘mid lightning crossed boughs
a charcoal ferry ring of ash
of selfhood in burnt fragments
shadows
in our pre-purchased…