there is a strange vacuum where she goes
a black hole in the fabric of night
the costumes and characters bright and brilliant
strange familiar faces in the parade of light
scarlet woman pulls my heart toward center
she is the gravity i am caught in orbit
elleptical but steadily inward
against good sense the rain
thunders against my ears
i fall in love again with the force of nature
the movement of pure luminosity
the strobe of tribal rhythm
shatters the illusion of seperation from the all
reason does not listen to emotion
sweat streaks the trance of unity
and i am apparently good at chasing forbidden fruit
the unchained melody of life falling down
in beautiful collage around you
and we fall back into place
unrested eyes and shadows at night
the scarlet runs off into the darkness
and i could catch up but i don't
wandering in the dark
looking for the part of myself that hasn't forgotten how to love

open the hand that wants to grasp
and reel in the heart that has grown roots in her garden
the tearing away of flesh from soluble bliss
in red liquid heartbeat
shipwrecked and home at last
covered in the colors of her royalty
we are already at the top
hillside mansion chasing her through endless changes-  doorways
shed rooms aside
cast clothes into closets without doors
wild wreckless abandon on black rooftops
an hour before sunrise we were tripping blindness bound
encumbered in each others flood
the bubble burst and the casualties of love lick their wounds
in the cold light of morning

O formless one
naked are we and outstretched, unobstructed
we have smashed the dead symbols together
to try to make a few useful pieces of flighted existence
walking through charcoal ashes
Carbon

I've been a man about town
took the cruise and scenery
took the broken friends and childhood memories
take in the scenery and the spiderwebs
and the mexican weirdness cactus
peeling off my orange-ness
peeling back my onion, layers spiralling out from center
back to source
suddenly in control of the future
the feast is life feeding on death
decay feeds the cycle, wild blackberries
we were scared children
we were our own fathers
we became our own people
we will build what our fathers never could

the great white emerald
ephemeral cobwebs that got caught up in the whole clockwork
and the pendulum, and the compound miter radar angle
through grammatical atrocity
the sound of it is so strange and sweet
i p[refer the elaborate abstract form
chaos in rules and object(ion)
the ashes have no regrets

the soul of bees
proximity to the hive mind
recurring swarming.  accumulation
cloudy cobwebs,  the insects that were caught in your corrosion
your corridor zone
glide up her back alley grey train on the wish biscuit
the rochochet eagle
the prizm mandala, triangle
and the tree prizms, how is your teleScope working?
how is your VibroScope?
who is your ally through the great dark
the cavernous mystery

full moon cactus juice
waving in the changes, the transitions
change with the sky
changes through childhood
cry over the echoes of the All-Mother
the mistaking of us all in the fit of mother's fate
changing gems into child
do not think it is strange
that i am looking up
up
up

all electric light and LED
but i cant find what i need
which is a candle
not a candle in the coup
full cold moonlight oracle
full eclipse crush coming on
oil seeps out of the pores
memories of excorcising the demon from last night
expelling the old self
the devoured and eaten sun god
has been digested and transmuted
into right now juice
decimilate

falsified statues of US
singularity
invoking the founding fathers in Pennsylvania wilderness with a pen and paper and where the hell is the candle?
we have not walked down these roads before.
parents are not pieces of furniture
and after all the fear we found that we have been behaving ourselves after all
the call of surrender
the cough in the morning
the call of the animal
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