Lichen



	a corona of birch
twigs	 eta carinae

our helix of the dreamless North

rocks never once

thrown from their shoulders    dismantling
petrified forests    lungs    deep

cavities pillars    our prophetic crop

no one walks

on our snow    no one
has seen us so much
			as twitch

     cased in psilocybin
exoskeletons    we drum

the silent mouth of the tundra    bladeless

mantra      death

to a thousand halls
of skies      we see your nomadic tribe
splintered from the coals
to the coals

	boar tusk
to bacillus		in one proto-
	plastic convulsion

	herding bedrock
towards stardust    unlocking zero's mineral key

covering everything
with everything
		you forget

 

 

 

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Douglas S Hahn is the cofounder and editor of Sink Review.