as to that

which you sent

most recently
"a video"
which is
to say... "i see"
yes...
things
are there...
there where the
((( wall creeps )))
eYe see
a trembling
ruddy red chorus
with ligatures of green
a cool Fall sibilance
of ivy leaves singing
as if in hopes
to stave off
the dry eventuality
of brick and mortar...
desiccation and
hollow hubris
brittle tinder
for kindling
the eternal
flame
of wisdoms...
(singular and plural)
searching
upon
searching...
there is
no end,

and this
in itself
yes is
always
forever
enough...

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mister mat,
that is
a nice little
videOhhhhh...
a grave
and finely
grained one...
((( a portrait
of a space...
open
yet confined...
little coils of life
proclaim...we are
the rhizome defined...
each year
the same weather
sets a quiet frame
as the
"wall creeps"
forward

under
the burden
of time deferred )))