MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

45. One greater world with her own talon

The world although nutshelled in teal
Far and wide;
Fom parching county waterways ricocheting fiery shimmers of the yellow round dazzle,
To the ancient grandstand of the deities One fine pall duvet overlaying the harbors of the soils_
Cannot home entirely the gaums of my person;
My plunged log cabins of leaden insentive,
sloping darkness from its ridge tiles
My kitchen ustensiles handed down without guidance,
plastered with no kindred recipe or rosemary tallow

My holdings are not to be received by the pouring out microcosm
Giving out blessings to orison entreaties.
Had my hands been glasped, wretched and clipt above my own shed face
Soaking in the blunt of decrepitating powerlessness
The most of this vast design would have chosen to have my kind;
Jettisoning miserere intonings after solo-felt accolades
A spasmodic fit fleeting my vocal folds
Tottering my heart's anomie lilts to the pulse of my heels_

Full of frightened eyes, disciplined
not to question how nature came to nurture violence
How it keeps sustaining its starved rhizome
The world would have had me like that_ without etceteras
Deaf to the brewing slamming me upwards
Repeating,
Repeating you need no other to feed your berserk bloom
Repeating you are no sweet basil stem to be retained
The world doesn't own you to home an essenced root of you_
You are one on your own

3/6/2023