Crochet-etry: Another Ode To Clothes (& So On)

Vol. 5 (continued from last week)

"Not strange, not-strange, notstrange"
the stones seemed to be chanting that afternoon
nodding in vigorous assent
stirring the earth in outrage
as they click-clacked up against
made-new, centuries-old mosaic tile glossy with the toils of ubiquitous hands
the watery onslaught of sand
the maroon of fire, once.
And the stones danced defiantly
up against and around winding
tumbling and blurring the boundaries
of glass remnants of civilizations
too proud to disappear
yet winking merrily
underneath their frosty facades
flirting recklessly with detection
waving algae strewn limbs indolently
on the floor of the Mediterranean Sea.
Where I sat
in the Eyelet Bikini
watching sea creatures
swoop and dive and glide and careen
the bold, the demure, the haughty,
the primitive, the exquisite, the lumbering
the indiscriminate masses, plucky
yet divine
when perceived through the eye of the composition of life
unfathomably
absolute and resilient
legacy species enduring nearly beyond comprehension of time
manifestations of an amen proclamation on the Genetic 5th Day
after already the Spirit of God had moved upon the face of the waters.

~2nd to Last Ditty From Lore of the Lookbook ~

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