1/4 : Kala Zanis

Is it always  

:to know a bird singing 

at night as strange?

:that I am slow to learn 

the shape of trust? 

:to question all flowers 

we use in pleading 

that this those these 

death(s) feel sensible?

:how fungi queer trees
gloving the roots
being many mouths
open underneath,
tonguing dirt's ancient room,
for abundance
in lightless quiet?

:that I argue against god 

in a charmless way 

that never finds its seat?