wand animist

Wand Animist

If you go to the trouble, you'll find that

my spore print is blue.

I used to be capable of a vast and tender

love each time, some blooming daughter, then
not blue but 

perhaps still, maybe no longer.

I saw wide black space and chrome

on a screen and thought,

I prefer us as simple animals,

us worshipping our distant

star, blue

crouched beneath Perseid's,

us once were us two, so brief,

and it all seems so brief always.

I wish it weren't so that no one

will hear your poetic scream

unless it states all the right things,

be an animist grammarian

make your pain look

pretty on the clay crock

for the day when someone digs it up

it'll never happen,

we're just going to blow it up