Two Poems from wyrd] byrd

between the ear, o wax hands, book wax . bag making light

streaming words /but words collected in my ear dripped cloud.

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words mud in

liquidly maybe

it’s the green

that blurs, green blurs / wyrd

darkening any from any

form from sea

within me of sound,

whose hand

in hand phrase

stone phrase she

stole stoned way

my fingers. of “green

hand parts through

for wailing. wyrd] wired

frenzy frenzy what

is a green thought? sky.

all and none, “green” upsets

god could move

our open wet

speech, awash her

because-filled sunlight.

or be all

that’s left washing

in green or write,

made blunt