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[vicioushannah]

with less format, perhaps these fields
offer greater fertility (all we need is space
to plant the words and let them sprout,
over centuries, into senses of sweet meaning
and strange mysticism.

with their growth our bleak land of reality
gains fiction and all her blessings,
with every verse, my meaning slips
into place, and the points of my toes
form points in the ground:
a center, a sun.

i will not blindly grapple
as doctors do, through natural selection
or divine design but rather,
with my spelling crafts,
my own design, to let each
fin and tusk find meaning,
and each human brain,
their feeble thought.

though, i admit,
perhaps this is not the place
for philosophy. Let words wander,
let my children play,
and find in their nonsense,
a reason to be.