Haiku: An Ode to the Listless (in six fragments)

blinking jabs of glass
like icy tendrils sucking
out to nowhere again


to disintegrate
in the flood of updated
trash is where this is


wire encircled trees
dance miracles around my
other soothing bird voice


sing to me over
a tangled mangle with no


none so powerful
arms mechanical clench-dirt
malfunction, my mouth


sitting in this chair
and still no closer to my
remembered hopefuls


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