parisology in the middle

flux transfer event reconnects

the sun to the earth in a burst,

opens a portal in the magnetopause.

the unburning sun is acting weird. 

the fusion glows looking for a cause,

the mountain is caught in conflict.

cardinal directions fight the sunset.

corybantic sounds and clouds act

taking brute pleasure in concrete,

east shows west mists of isoprene.

steel-reinforced, self-healing, Roman,

architectural grandeur holds back tides.

unbuild the walls! the unnatural omen—

hazy blue drift to other ways of being.

fear sledgehammer. throwing tomahawks.

there is no other option for crab island,

relocation from flood to megadrought.

there ain’t nothing left to do. just shout.

there ain’t nothing left to do. fight strife.

change is freedom, change is life. 

gargantuan word foolery, parisology sniggles.

take the last bee… drop the b. ee giggles.

take the final butterfly… drop the b.

utter bird without the bee, no flower sneezes.

utter me, utter words without birdsong,

without shutter or cream in the butter.

stutter nature is broken without the b,

without the oke of woke or s of smoke.

riding through redwoods electric moke

step offline, step out of line, swerve, tut-tut 

and make a virtue of your peculiarities.

explore rival ways to inhabit the land.

living world, think like the forest… 

write of a coming world greener, wider

more equal, and more just. into the redwoods

happy man and mother earth

take the mountain of conflict,

the supreme will always be in sunset.