.They conifer
They sit with darkness
It covers their skin like sweat..........
in evening
on granite
by hemlocks
The air is coniferous
balsam incense
droplets hanging
on branchlets
Rain
is resting
coming in the sky and gone
Evergreen wind
white sand
black soil
multicolored men
seek shelter
They find a stable
of hemlock wood
with resin
grey
Searching for emptiness
entering in hope
of emptiness
They encounter instead
brown priests
hooded
moving about
They feel out of place
and their uneasiness heightens
when they look up to see
a noose in the rafters
A priestess comes to guide them
To her Ahgreyeuss says
“My name is Ahgreyeuss Pahn
I’m going to Virginia
I’m going to meet Litteljahn”
“Yes”
She says
“We have a bed for you”
In the loft above the noose
there are bedrolls
grey and green in rows
some empty
some occupied
Ahgreyeuss knows those sleepers
he knows them
Blanketing
he listens to the darkness
covering his eyes
shutting out the light
to hear the needle-leaved sound
of humus swept
They sit with darkness
It covers their skin like sweat..........
in evening
on granite
by hemlocks
The air is coniferous
balsam incense
droplets hanging
on branchlets
Rain
is resting
coming in the sky and gone
Evergreen wind
white sand
black soil
multicolored men
seek shelter
They find a stable
of hemlock wood
with resin
grey
Searching for emptiness
entering in hope
of emptiness
They encounter instead
brown priests
hooded
moving about
They feel out of place
and their uneasiness heightens
when they look up to see
a noose in the rafters
A priestess comes to guide them
To her Ahgreyeuss says
“My name is Ahgreyeuss Pahn
I’m going to Virginia
I’m going to meet Litteljahn”
“Yes”
She says
“We have a bed for you”
In the loft above the noose
there are bedrolls
grey and green in rows
some empty
some occupied
Ahgreyeuss knows those sleepers
he knows them
Blanketing
he listens to the darkness
covering his eyes
shutting out the light
to hear the needle-leaved sound
of humus swept
by hemlock weep
.
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