Chromatic Sequences

We are about what       a squirrel's size
is to a tree       to this tree

we are the miles as shoe to
city limits       one line

we rip around
getting our nut

off       to the city;

foot totals map layered upward
impossible city on top of city

even down       underground
into time

it seems to

have grown from our gotten
nut       the fruits of a pleasure

in lifting our scale into the scale
of a weight we feel       we're part of

into this other dish we can feel
rest into balance

our nature in nature
nature       in us

The long stabilized climate the fattening

of an abundant season
the people pack on

into a city:
venerable aging of the gather

into the fold's royal robe       venerable aging
of the met crowd into community;

the self destructions squirreled away in what grows

Settled.

But we seem almost a fire dependent
species like this tree

one that grows around fire
as if burn       were a wire fence a post

of imbedded iron       a piece of shot
a plate in our heads

for the guest lightning.