KENNINGS FOR KURTZ
when ice-cotton falls, falls, falls, and the land-water rises, rises, rises, and the wood-congregation burns, burns, burns and the wind-spiral spins, spins, spins there’s no one that can stop em—
but soul-people exist and heart-people can feel and brain-people can think and body-people can dance—
and dancing is just
seed-planting shoot-sprouting sun-seeking fruit-bursting.