Holy Confusion
in the shaping of the story
my mind turns in on itself—
the holy, nearly untouchable version,
the inspiration field—
electric—
like fences for cows
and other things that hum
at different frequencies.
the hurly, the gurly,
the whole googely moogely.
my connections spark—
not paranoid—
(who said that?)
the thing about cows:
numinous valleys of longing,
cattle killing,
a plague a plague a plague.
i think of every piece
of literature about rats,
of rain clouds.
Cumulus.
Cumulonimbus.
Nimbostratus.
Stratus.
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