we seek complications in the expression
some kind of digression
to keep the game interesting
no straight confession or decompression
the data needs some window dressing
we have poetry for you to eat
imagination fed meat
allowed to roam free
it can fill you up or empty you out
bring an oasis or augur a drought
we have bene meditating
on the gestating
syllables, the collection of words
breadcrumbs for the birds
a fungible path to nowhere and everywhere
we aren’t writing a report
this isn’t a butterfly caught
it’s sundogs in the camera
flowers lost in the field
it’s a song in the beauty of rust