wild onion fractal

Scriabin

From soothe to seethe
the Russian kicks his feet free
he cannot reach the pillow
and has no energy to try

caterpillars draw silk in quivering nooks of rotted oak
their shadows on the grass like dead fingers

The Sun seems to inch closer as every organism stirs
soily beasts to the naked glottus

quests under four minutes defining a billion years