My nature is buoyant
this is rising higher
while breathing deeper
being that I am
imagining nothing
happily floating
up words
through letters
cresting now

What is this space
Is this one side
and this the other
I can't tell
What is "up" here
tho "down" is
this direction

Were we born
on a mountain
of time

Projected on
falling melt
and today
runoff
from a slight
warming

I cascade better
with cocoa
coffee
and sweet
cream
to down here
this desk
with its
Sun slivers
strewn
on fallen
papers

join a system
to attain value
tho I thought
I was the MVP
on my birthday
in mom's arms
accept a system
or be devalued
accept a system
and be devalued
us outsiders
us lowriders
don't like the system
of systems humans
kinging hills
netting
daily kills

I crest in time
for a while
'til some shore
runs me out
Where does a wave
go
do i continue
through the earth
am I one of many
songs softening
a ball of concen-
tration making
spin a majestic
chord in prog-
ression just now
is this
am I
dancing some-
how could this be
dancing some-
how with
particular abandon

Healing, under red lights
a certain rhythm
what is a
coagulation and a
resurrection
with red wine
and bilingual
insultation
that resonates
so ba-aaad
and I'm losing
mine

I had all these things
and then nothing

This is a new series
I propose
Wherein you work
and then
take lunch
and perhaps
a siesta
which always
puts things
in Order