Sunday, January 12, 2025

Bud let gone

 by shaun lawton 


 We moved on 
   in an unexpected 
turbulent flowering,
a slowing torque corrupting  
  our facial suppositions 
 with grins to grind to a halt
    unwinding diverse looks
   Not channeling across
glances as expected
  when undergoing trans-
formations  under
 the repetitive lunar 
orbiting halo beginning
  to appear before
  the erasing of successive
 reverberations that intricately
   counterbalance the spin 
and rotation of a vague
    and distant exoplanetary 
 systemic process; to blame 
and then create balance
 forlorn and seasonally,
as if based on pasting 
  our feelings onto
 one photograph
and regarding the rest
  of the family album
 as an ongoing distribution
 network of constant rigid
reestablished tensions
 rippling from one side 
of the funneling inverse
 quadrant formed first 
cosmos through to 
the outer  lip curling
 parameter stretched
 along interior formations 
in blossoming
 flux we gathered by 
the banks of a river
 that ran against
   many rocks
   to cross on 
over to the
     other side