the more I let go the heavier, one by
one finger the lightness of being not being that light after all (if it
was I would float like a boat but I plummet funereal depths).... I'm
rooting, fingers and toes pulled into horizons, the humus, the topsoil,
the subsoil, the fracture the crack the fault in the bedrock, the more
in my eye is a stye, I'm a flash in the pan a fallout of sabotage at my
hand, stretching my overstretched sinews to snap
... [but not].....
the weight of the world underfoot bearing up into me, consumed and
subsumed into leaf mould chewed into pulp into minerals, nutrients
leached from my skin, muscle and bone, I am porous, calcified, piece by
piece awry and dismantled, disengaged, part of the process
... [but not]....
in decline, sieved and refined, sound become whispers repressed and
compressed into rhizomatous threads that are knotted, garotted in braids
while lichen takes all of the time that it needs for its needs without
heed without awe of its place in the light.../...
root/.... root out
type/.... type "breath [out]"
becoming......... the purity of long decay, a forensic attention
unintentional to detail, reducing every atom to the perfect stone to
skim across the surface of my skin as I couch it all in terms that you
might understand... or [not]
patience measured in a core (im)patient waiting for a time when time
will catch me up, find me, tease me out of hibernation my oligotrophic
forfeit stagnant in anticipation with an allergy to air
organically-challenged... alluvial, regolith, fluvial, anthropolith
root/.... erratic [erratic] /
climate-locked and under pressure, inclined anticline, syncline,
isocline, recumbent becoming redundant... [dormant]..... a viscose
ptygmatic.... mygmatite, stalactite and stalagmite, becoming
weather-worn, eroded without weathering, scrapes and scrape and scrape
[and grate] away my new visage exposed and ravaged by the wind and
polished by the rain, my edges dulled, pitted, prone to shattering with
just the merest inkling of a frost... so the opportune the timing of a
rhyme that first defies and then defines the lassitude of time.....
type/.... becoming brittle
type/.... becoming ossified.....
© robert greig 2017