m.t. whitington


A force majeure, female catalyst, futurist, polemicist, psychonaut, epistemologist. Ruminating between the lines with a clarion call and extreme unction.  A global writer with southern roots.


137.

137.

by the waters, by the rivers, and wadi,

it shows up naked all over the place, haughty.

lay it bare, lay it bare, down to the foundations.

morning glory renegade toys reborn in the corn

did you hear someone read it in the captions?

better to ask the devil for a hit of caffeine at vespers,

naughty, but it was at that age that he got desperate. 

in the name of the mother, her daughter, the host

a strong force, was a lot of Rosie. that’s prime,

seven revealed itself precisely that many times,

fine-tuned moon ripe Ishamael gave up the ghost. 

the sacred heart of the universe beat its remonstrance.

what is the meaning of the fine structure constant? 

trees march north. patches of white spruce in retreat

hop into the tundra. head curved land of the Wiyot. 

babble abalone. there is no factor tree for 137 

aggravating pathogens. polio wastewater.

faster and faster, the arctic is warming. parched,

drip, drip, water crises. megadrought mass dieoff

of ancient sequoias a harbinger of system collapse.

shipping disrupted on the Rhine, waterways dry up

exposing dead revealing Roman camps under the Limia

mighty rivers the loire, the po reduced to a trickle.

hots getting a lot hotter and dries getting a lot drier 

lasting longer. redesign agrifood redesign water supply.

rethink the whole city. break free of the constraints.

rethink rebuild the way we source, store, and deliver.

shake the vines. tap the energy of the angel number.

altered states, altered soil. remember rhododendron! 

before the Amazon becomes savannah, 

see the master number back on the mainland.

 

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Carapace

Carapace