in passing through highways,
lined with stray trees, ordered erratic
I watch my secrets climb and branch out
as the leaves confluence together,
pondering on at our rush hour madness
I climb a mango tree in my childhood reverie
sitting atop along with a gaze into my future
a fatso, chomping belly full on deeds of my past
I hear the hopes in children talk
boundaries , shame , other human constructs
still haven't filled their muddy pockets
with eyes of wonder, lilies get attention
miracles are there for our seeking
the need to finish, conclude...
other futile human pursuits,
I hear how dogs yawn at our shams
the end of everything is
the beginning of something new
but we aren't there to witness
entrapped in our misery
prisoners to maps,
when the land lays bare before us
hypnotized by photographs
until the deterioration of participants
goes unnoticed
I hear
the bones inside me shout, claustrophobic
the dammed blood raging , release
untold ideas in icicles , impaled
I watch
the birds cross Atlantic , free
the universe in details, beauty
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 8:04 AM UTC
I awakened as a dream
wrapped by your voice
calling out to my floating soul
from amniotic haze, to
crystalline divinity of your eyes
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC