mitigate

It comes in strange dreams and onerous portents, the hawk on the fence post, the owl at your window. The abrupt elocutions of a raven amid a chorus of crows, the stepped crack, the snapped bone. There is always some score being settled, always unseen pieces in play, forces brute and subtle displayed cavalierly in the clatter of the marbles and the music of the spheres. Here within these cursings of the cursor incidents of fearsome happenstance and ambivalent fate mingle in this bucket of inklings and tingles, marking every I with a wearily sighed X. So we move to mitigate all the alarm, mingling small hopes in with the harbingers of dust.

There is the broadened blue idling in the sky, the seen spectra and assorted life proofs tool around the scene in blip and blur, we barely stir under the weight of entropy’s embrace. That impact of depth and brevity changing the temper of the flesh, the bruise you choose from inside the incarnation, the self settling like smoke in the notes. The very air a buzz with divisions and collisions, the glint of dragonfly and the hint of hummingbirds, the firmament astir with the feats of ascendant swallows. A nearby mockingbird sings its greatest hits on shuffle, horns honk as a raptor drags its shadow across the yard. Place and placeholder, mirror and map, the rigors of the razor and the rule of the strop. 

The wind picks up a sets the scenery all a shimmer, the green sea sieve of leaves tickling scintillations from all the weeds and succulents. Sirens sound as the afternoon just vamps, snips of the songbook and snails wrought through hints of scales, awash in the breadth of the broad continuity. Sometimes you needn’t bother with the signs, the wroth of unacknowledged gods and the affront of local spirits are always awaiting fresh heels to hound. The hum and drum of this heap enough navigation, this cavalcade of bum and crumb enough onslaught, just the dusty shelf for this generic self. Let the sun dim on a cloudless day, let the dead rise for judgment, leave all these ominous wings to the birds. You are beset from all sides.