A Long Overdue Elegy or Eulogy
I feel I am wriggling
within a peloton
without mingling
bereaving like a skeleton
confused with the spokes of the cycle
But spokes do not make a wheel
circumpolar animism missed
barely, but naturally missed
a place in the divine compendium
like a Mustel harmonium
in an orchestra of bagpipes
All of us
humans and animal and insect beings
blow out
tones and lyrics
through pipes and reeds
the world becomes an orb
Yet, this time around
the spirits in their homes stay
Ahmet sensing another world
November 23, 2021
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