TOWARDS SPRING AND NEAPS
we speak of alignment but wait, a torque
an ah ha moment of right angles both congruent and obtuse
figure it out
around peaceful concocted conditions
tourmaline and pyrite follows
boat humor, chards of animal protein
Thor god thunder splicing pivoting defying sea
what is under this shallow silence
an overcast earth at a quarter moor moon
pardon me and sane Louis
