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A Gnat's Horizon.

"Garden Chair

I think of what shouldn’t have died
when I see the chair, all garden wide
in a sphere of grass and unseated sky,
placed in a way for which there is no why,
angled to catch neither sun nor a sight
but slant as a gnomon raised to the light.

There’s something indulgent in its state of abandon
among Saturday sounds of work getting done
over the hedges that frame its ground.
It lives in the idling hour I’ve found.
Bees attend flowers without a name.
The slouch of a mind attempts the same

but finds the chair in place of its rest:
uneasy space, an egg from a nest
unhatched but empty. Its ironwork, made
for a human shape and its shiftless shade
is wrought as climbing twine and leaf.
The chair is the lull and the throne of grief."

--Gregory Leadbetter via

Jesse.

"O Conspiracy,
Sham’st thou to show thy dang’rous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O then, by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage? Seek none, Conspiracy!"

--@shakespeare.lol

Smile of the Beyond.