so what does it matter
what we do
one day we'll wake
and find
and find
something
heaven
one engineered
by humans
or a god
mayhaps
we'll just stay in bed
warm blankets
always brought more comfort
to me at least
than the claims of prophets.

polite faces
crisp people
the right sort
for most occasions
a shallow appraisal
but so long as that mask
stays in place
we'll embrace you.

Rabbits and demons
Lurk in that cap
Stars from the sky
Bedazzle that cap
In a locked chest
Resides that cap
It clashes
With this season's attire.

oh
how
beautiful we are
when
we
let the spirit
catch the wind
but
let it
shape our hearts again

white water
rapid currents
flowing freely
through
the
restless soul
while
sock-eyed salmon
swimming upstream
fighting against the odds
and
finally
earning the
natural mating rights
in
the
storm rains birthplace