logs

~

logs ( sgol )

chopped in bits ‘n’ blocks

sleeping like a winter copse

rowan, oak & pine

~

pen another then

squirming worms within a book

ash becoming ash

~

as the trees are stumped

floating & un-flushable

– that’s the captain’s dump

~

see the blurring words

– look, a comet comes for thee

tails for the annals

~

shapes of apes & bots

time’s the slime of onion skins

all the whirled’s a stage

~

signing in & off

crossing boxes with a tick

over & noted

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