The New Righteous Lesson

Binoculars shiver,
Breath fogs,

A mess of nature
Scrawls disorder,

The landscape weaves

And hillsides
Career into night.

Alien visions
Tiptoe on chaos,

The sky wavers
And shapes shift,

We count voices,
Measure the mood

And relax into turmoil.

Tree trunks drip with piss
As birds nest,

Fear clasps adrenaline,

Sweat steams
It’s silent bravado

And a hush creaks
Mist whispers;

We breath in then swallow,

Humming like dowsing forks
To the rain,

The new righteous lesson,

A message from those
Far more mighty,

A swan song
For troublesome teens.

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