Hour Three 1:23 Layers droop precariously from form like draperies obscuring the world from the frame I had held like photograph- with peeling laminate ironed over like wax paper leaves and never comes back. The covers fall from mattresses skirting the hardwood floors methylene chloride…

My heart is a mudpie bleeding in the rain So bright of red that it contains the sun. Sopping clay falling through tiny fingers, to the soft applause of relentless rain. Cold petrichor fossils burn through icy nostrils, choking back chalky mouthfuls of earthen fruit….

Beneath my feet pine straw yields, a scent so fresh and clean. The day both crisp and sunlit as we hike this forest scene   From walls of granite boulders woodland creatures hide and peep keeping close watch o’er their realm high within their castle…