bend the ear of the outer world

And now it is the serpent's turn.

I am not quite you, but almost the opposite of visionary.

You are coiled around the central figure,

the heart

that bubbles with red ghosts, since to move is to love

and the scrutiny of all things is syllogistic,

the startled eyes of the dikdik, the bush full of white flags

fleeing a hunter,

which is our democracy

but the prey

is always fragile and like something, as a seashell can be

a great Courbet, if it wishes. To bend the ear of the outer world.

be well

Enjoy

Peace