as torrents outgrow

their own hands,

frothy-white.

stones go at their

turning, to compel

the force of the rush.

as a mending man

made yogi, joins his

hands together.

sometimes i think
of the million lives
i could have led

before the heat, lust
and sweet nectar
came shimmering
out of my head

i swam through caves
of black salt and ether
i explored dreaming valleys
and cavernous skies

i melted with the prophets
ruled with the pharaohs
drifted with the angels
all in a lavender-lust fever

with open petals
sunflower awaits sunrise
nodding  and smiling.
31/5/2021