"field, bloom"

I appologize for the delay. I've been feeling quite ill the last couple of days-- actually, I'm not too much better today, but I really need to catch up-- so, yeah, I abandoned my poor poetry. I'm trying to get back on schedule as quickly as possible, so forgive me if my next poems come out like nonsensical existential ramblings like this one. Hope you enjoy it anyway!

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“field, bloom”

amidst the fields
of clover and
honey, the bees.

my nectar, my
breath, soothing sounds
and a balm on this
heat, the drag, the face in
the splintered core
of summer, the hot,
restless core.

coo, owl.
am i?

field, field, field,
there is a field
below. and all the thrushes
paint their songs
on the wind,
and all the flowers
bloom and willow on my
skin, and the magma
blooms and bellows from

within. am i?
here, or wherever,
the dark succeeds the day.
here, or wherever,
my lover’s face of clay.

bloom, bloom, bloom,
gamma bursts of fireflies
in the field below.
soon, soon, soon,
the dark succeeds the day.

am i?