In the dream, I killed my father. He had it coming.<\/p>\n
Thus:<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
72 Virga<\/strong><\/p>\n For Rhetorick, he could not ope Light out in saguaro on the miracle mile Pass the eldritch canyon, bridge the holy Rain fingers only brush this ground, Finally you do top out, pine altitude. The working journey starts. International Radio she speaking in tongues, so absorb the So many clicks to see dun horse of rock sand. Slow monolithic circumnavigation, enumerate the colors 18 April 12, reign o’er me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In the dream, I killed my father. He had it coming. Thus: *** 72 Virga For Rhetorick, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a Trope: –Samuel Butler, The Metaphysical Sectarian Light out in saguaro on the miracle mile Point sails north to the oracle for gas, food, and counsel. Leave the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10518","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10518","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10518"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10518\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10520,"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10518\/revisions\/10520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10518"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10518"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.vairtere.com\/spill\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10518"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nHis mouth, but out there flew a Trope:<\/em>
\n–Samuel Butler, The Metaphysical Sectarian<\/em><\/p>\n
\nPoint sails north to the oracle for gas,
\nfood, and counsel. Leave the urbanity
\nbehind. Mammoth bones hang in the air. <\/p>\n
\nriver, soar even higher to the place you
\nsmashed that gate. Now pluviculture begins
\nin diffident misting, sere uncommitted fog.<\/p>\n
\nand thus twist themselves into vines
\nand ruby fruit. Fermenting into you and I.
\nTrucks grind up; fly, down, smoky heedless.<\/p>\n
\nFir even, if you look close; there’s
\nsmoke and cops and mormons, well, at
\nleast you could buy proper appliances
\n.
\nFloating nimbly cross the plateau, rise
\nand fall both gentler. Ride straight on past
\nyour own classless front door. Camera stop:
\nConcrete dinosaur, cement tipi, ma road black.<\/p>\n
\nboundary markers: cattle guard, pawn billboard.
\nThe grass looks lots better. Pillars of salt.
\nMuddy side roads arrow sheep off to muddy hogans.<\/p>\n
\nnovelty and then turn it off. Quieter now
\nthan it’s ever been before, right. The last
\nturn is a left. Slip it to neutral and coast.<\/p>\n
\nChecking the rearview, find the closest safe
\nspot, pull it over. Turn the key and chirp.
\nFootpilgrim the last yards, dirt for the lacing.<\/p>\n
\nof its lichen skins; take off your glasses, peer again
\nPress your cheek to the warmth before it escapes, inhale
\nthe dust, yet once again, before you return, becoming it.<\/p>\n