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CANOPY

The bristling demand
of a dozen cold and cutting digital screams, 
overlapping more and more
increasing layers of situational collapse
falling on mechanical creaks and snaps
like wet bones under torsion
body moved beyond working extremes
hold the pressure from filling the temple..
temple flooding
sharpness of sensation - dulling
red everything
there's no up or down
pinned
to a beast entrapped and panicked

every jolt of onslaught 
pivot, thump, jerk and jolt, constantly reorientating
starts to feel..
more cushioned than the last
hard edge of living blunted, and light receding
features, textures, torsion, creaking, and bleeping
disappearing..

Let it go
Just be
until you're gone

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Eyes open, and soft
between roots on gentle ground
light seeping in between
layers on layers
on layers of blackening green

treetops kissing cloud-pass
the creaking sway
through, over, and out...
of the steady echo 
the flooded temple
warm ground pulls from underneath
return to earth

Let it go
Just be
Until you're gone

anyway, hope yr grand

 JC