The East and its Feats

 The East and its Feats

by ben yosaf aperitif

The way the truth grows and builds and gnaws in multiple duplicity of reeds feeding off the shore of the bay, in the building of quick rush to settle right on, is the calm residing and into peaceful hush and hush moves right along.

As the soar keeps moving up, the grey-eyed goose keeps soaring, along the fending fare of care in the nimbus-sky-dome, along with more, on her own, in the home, of the happy children and great ancestors reelin' and roaring and being in known force.

The graveyard shimmers and glimmers and the ivy building towers simmer and the beige and teal dome just needs more and more, as we walk around and say our stories.

As we move together we are in the field together, moving to each other and grooving to this Aperitif-sword, the way it just kneels and bows stretching out his noble fate, as the clouds gang up and speed out late, in the knowledge-cloaked vestment of refreshing going on into the late night of day until the sun-risen frame, just hours away, leaving you just wanting more and more of the quiet mountains of miles away.

And in the fields of plush the grey-hills and vine-stars and turquoise peaks go on and up.

3:04 A.M E.S.T., 28 February 2026