Stream
jet-stream, that trails
jet-stream, clearly shown
to us as the mark, as the mark of the one
most awesome of gods, of the Creating Snail
gentle, and generative,
and
fertile
by: our one mind
below
all our reason, in light
of our eyes, of our ancients
in season
fruit, when found eaten
red hand, in jar dripping
we liken to something, reflux acid sweetened
sweet before swallow, as is every scroll's sum--memory
distant, and blind,
but
not dumb
Copyright © Justin Aptaker | Year Posted 2019
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