national poetry month day 19

words swarm the dreaded curve,

this knowledge gyre,

noise and numbers, oh my head.

a gull drops an oyster coolly, sunthick,

as data threads the skies.

we breathe and root,

seacricles, shellcrack.

 

thanks to #rezarites for the prompt: purveyed purviews

 

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