dipping fingers
into piles of gray ash
cut up and
collaged then
stuck.
There is a mechanism here -
a series of threaded spools strung
strung out
through beer can tab eyelets
in the shape of a geranium.
It is a machine for seeing -
where particles of memory
triggered by the sound of falling
falling acorns
travels through fibers
refracting meaning at forty degree angles
until synapses diffuse and the image is
revealed in a post-nasal drip:
a brown haired savage
throwing tarot cards from the roof
singing about sunshine.
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