• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 09

An Ox Dreams

The ox sometimes dreams of the metal monoliths;
Their final gasps before the Earth's embrace –
City-lights-as-stars flickering shut one by one
Rippling like a wave
Pounding the shoreline.
Unaware of the constellations of causation,
It now observes – 
Allowing us through the windows of its primed perception:
A collage of canopy/river
Nature remixed through