ear to the ground

tes racines sous le sol

ear to the ground.
it’s there, a root. a racine, a tap
terrifying, enormous, invisible underwriter,

piercing, tethering, accepting no excuse. having nothing to do with
leaves or blossoms,

into the dark under the seabed, hauling water up up up, so i keep breathing.
without which nothing.
it roots me here. here in the bottomless terror of being here, immersed in the particular, weird specificity of this dream, not dreaming.
and from it my trunk,
around which or because of which the day (or the word or the note or the thought)
happens, the day, actual air and light, the morning branches

for preview tracks from ear to the ground, please visit both ears, or burn down the suburbs, or metafilter.

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