I see the object before me
The form, the menace, the color.
A familiar word surfaces.
I’ve seen many similar objects.
Cactus.
The object I see and the word
Tumble together
In gleeful juxtaposition.
Losing track, I ask myself,
Which is which?
Then I remember.
Silly me.
Metaphors can be tricky like that.
-T. Weeks
(A response to “BOOK XVI: A Song of the Rolling Earth)
Life Immense 