whole and compassionately flooded
like never before this uncertainty yields
certain seeds hungry as wolves
relevance and relativity releasing
control of activity inevitably seeks
remembrances young and old
forgotten and slovenly
on vacations away from home
remove your shoes and your blouse
ivory tusks are haunting piano stores
yurts and palaces
loose women love the theater
and you are looser than the wind
freer than the fire you are pure desire
you are brighter than a million icecaps
reflecting the cold morning’s funeral
liberated by peculiar persons
your face is whiter than the moon
governing all bodies of water with your power
that comes from inside of you
riding the waves of emancipated thunder
crashing, crying, calling out for her father
witnessing whitewashed landscapes
laudable bandaids and hungarian heavyweights
stranded by the shore

life is a tragic symphony
beauty breeds discontentment
what you see is not what you get
and i bet you didn't want to know that
life is a compulsory education
a fantasy of feeling and obligations
bland as a meal with no spices
the soul heals our need for appetizers
and dessert is a victory
life is a palatial avalanche
organisms react to violence and relativity
we give breath to the midnight sun
and run with iron in our lungs
gone are the subjects and objects
who no longer have a place in our narratives
i take my time and avoid the highways
where thieves and derelicts roam
i choose the ocean and the mountains
and make the sky above the sea
a resting place between time and eternity

space is love
frozen in the dawn
timeless waves of wonder
form within the aura of the Sun
we run into rainbows and bend light
every star is a garden of fire
suspended in the ethers
we sing our songs
and salute the morning
love is undeniable like a forest
it grows and blossoms
it is the same yet different
everyday i must read and write
for the hours of my life
are spent in your presence
i am the essence of the one
gone is the hunger and the hatred
prosperity flows like a waterfall
shadows disappear
the minute daylight is here
fear is washed away
and i am swept up
in the wake of your embrace

my mind is scattered through the trees
my thoughts spread out like leaves
we are tiny specks of dust
so where can we place our trust
in the seeds of course
they are our inheritance
on this sacred earth
the wisdom in the soil
the reason why we’ve toiled
for centuries
is to become like seeds
they deliver us to our destiny
destined to believe
in the goodness of deeds
if forever we plant
the medicines we need
then floods of enlightenment
are already on the horizon
control your appetite
become the flight of eagles
remove the mindless tyrants
from their idle towers
feathers are forgotten
on the lonely shores of eden
while we remain faithful
to the beauty of the seasons

Court is now in session
We are suspended business men
And teenage film stars
We are more marketable this way
Won't you take my word for it
All your wisdom is absurd
And a burden to your bank accounts
As the sounds of mountains
Are firmly standing up to bullies
We are millions of years older
Folding stock markets and overcoats
Wearing sweatshirts and sandals
Morning is our only time to pray
As we stray into the wilderness
Fences learn to keep their distances
And forensics is our only evidence
Regarding the dangers
Of too much living on display

A poem with no form
Is like a cat without a home
A homosapien needs communication
Like a king requires a throne
A blatant infrastructure to remain fixated upon
Glued to a retirement package you've outgrown
Love fizzled away after several months
And now you are left with lumps of coal
Stuck in your throat like shadows in a hole
These drunken noodles are truly unruly
So we worship ancient poetry inscribed upon a bowl

For centuries we’ve fought to keep our sanity. To suppress shakti is to stay in control. To never let go. We are as old as the rivers. Consciousness controls us. We become beholden to the formless. Sourceless. Oblivion. Lions roar in obscure forests. We dare not utter our reply to the night’s lullaby. I shudder to think. All wisdom is a lie. We are trying to fly but can’t get off the ground of reason. I am surrounded by shadows, in an arrowless sky. High as the ceiling in my mind. I try to climb towers and spires made from rope and steel. We are already here. In the beginning we roamed the earth and ate from the soil. A morning’s work, is not a life of toil. Love never rots. Love is undying. We are trying to take something that is never available. We are hardened. With lots of red earth under our scars. We are scared and trying to fix ourselves. Bless your fear. Shine the light on these breadcrumbs. You’ve made yourself smaller than a pencil. Instead, be a permanent marker.

Your eyes remind me of the sunrise
Your lips remind me of how much
I long to touch you
Your hips remind me of a garden
Your fingers teach me about the earth
Pianos sing melodies of water
Hours pass before the earth changes color
We are watered down versions of our ancestors
Messengers speak in fleeting gestures
We harbor gypsies and poets in our ports
To keep them safe we erase their memories
Cancerous conglomerates
Long defy their promises

Blossoms of sound
In the garden of drowning women
Symbols surround our shadows
We make art out of plastic water bottles
Jugs of fresh drinking water
Found along the shoreline
I swore to keep my promises
If we were alone i’d hold you to my soul
For without a shirt you look like a goddess
I am compromising with my heart
I wish to take you into my arms
And hold you against the wind
Windmills fill our sky-lines
You speak of your hurt and your pain
I write about my vision and my soul
Confused and aroused by women in gowns
I am surrounded by my shadow
Lands of adulation
Flocks of gesticulation
Floods of fornication
From where ever we came from
The return to Now
Still remains the greatest journey

You beg the holy beggars;
To protect you, as you smudge with sage and feathers,
And pray that they’ll select you,
For the Shaman of the Year award.

Or perhaps you'll finally be nominated;
For a spiritual Grammy, or a proper Oscar.
Not that you'd even notice, of course,
Because your ego was transcended,
Such a long time ago, in that sacred age of copper;
Oh rather, how confounded, memory can be;
For upon your word, you now recall it all too well,
It was certainly, ah yes, such a silly mistake, you see;
There could be no question about it, an age of gold, indeed.

i revel in the sweet mistrust
citrus blossoms swell with fragrance
spring is here so let’s be vagrant
accepting emptiness as it is
victimless the misty hues
streets of water
streets of wine
streets of blue and streets of time
signal to me
and i’ll signal to you
nod your head and i’ll nod mine too

dress in black
and cast your shadow
i’ll catch your arrows as they fall from wombs
burning on thrones of dollar bills
throes of hunger and throes of woe
sewn into hands upon your mantle
all are lit except the candles
self portraits frozen in stillness
spill the whiskey on the miller’s witness

burn the bread that you are baking
in life’s funeral parlor
my hands are quaking
shaking
and taking their fill
of flour, water, yeast and rye
and pouring it all into copper pots
her stockings rip and tear on rocks
i hold steady
to her fading
truth be told i am waiting
as ugliness
breathes
dread into this bread
threads of laughter
in my head

respect
your elders
take your shelter
unclench your fists
stay open to the mornings drunkenness
please
seethe with silent ease
and glide upon the flesh of earth
her skin your memory retains
the taste of flesh the scent of breath
the scene was tantalizing

her story is a bride’s tale
sung by the orphans in the fields
growing juicy berries
her face is covered in their stains
i abstain from feeling freely

is the longing for goodness shameful
then please embarrass me with your kisses
embrace me with your quickness
madness is merely darkness retrograding
your eyes are blades of grass on hillsides
upon mountains and dark caverns
socks worn down by iron ore
treasures sunken in your lips
i see heroes and villains all too quickly
turning into children
burning like ****** in Vietnamese
forests
your studs and your mares
with dollops of hair
whipped cream frosting and strawberry tarts
eclairs are bought on parisian streets
lanes of fire
are blinding heat

your time is now
so read the words of the Niscean sect
and accept the prophets that have been neglected
really open
really feel
that this opening is real
her apple peels are earrings
cored like her feelings
stolen from the ceilings of gardens and queens

all the pronouns and predicates
subjugating ******* preferences
grammar is god’s way of punishing us
protecting us from ourselves
in spite of the elves who wish to see us fail
see us impaled upon their tiny spears
dripping form from our ears
i hear their voice
yes i really do
underneath the moss
and in utero
her womb breathes
fresh air
her mouth is warm
her ***** pulses with song
and light
i faintly touch the downy mound
and let venus rise before the dawn
in turn she admires
the way i choose to expire before her
the silence and the razor’s edge

your best friends are your teachers
they never let you see them
they keep you in the mood
wanting more more more
more more more more more

more more more more more more
more

more more more more more
more

more more more more more
more

yes I speak with angels frequently and please know they laugh a lot
here are their suggestions if you wish to pay them any mind (or heart)
keep thy name as close as bone and let nothing make you part
until the ages shift and spirit breathes its song of peace
into the rifts that caused the continents to drift and tore the world apart
all become audible riffs, licks and beats that inspire the dancers in our heart
to merge each rhythmic breath and heartbeat discreetly
into random crowds of people
carrying the message in one embodied breath after another
that all human beings are indeed created equal

see me in streams of awareness uninterrupted
how did we get here and why did we come
i see thee in spirals a thousand selves to shine
beautiful dreamer send me your love
ill send you a message on the wings of a dove
several thousand breaths go by
before the winged daughter flies
into nights abode
on horseback you rode naked
i saw your reflection collecting in puddles by a lake
we never knew what’s at stake when we signed up for this life
sever yourself from the stars that decrease your gyrating
keep your hands and arms safely in this vehicle and out of the way of harm
i’ll swerve around the obstacles that block our hearts
and we’ll become as free and wild as tender blades of grass
yet i’ll continue to sharpen my feathers daily on the talon’s edge
for every breath is a dagger and every love is a cage
dragging parts around that should have been left behind
it reminds me of a harmony seen only by blind men
a sign of familiar sameness
the elements are round and famous
fornicating in basements and train stations
i announce my presence after i’ve arrived
in diamond eyes threads of tapestries unwind
come clean and it will all be fine
intelligence is mind
there is no reason behind being
the only sublime understanding is le mort we are mending
souls and bullet holes the size of saturn’s earrings
her-eyes-on the horizon the edge of infinity
her-eyes-on the horizon the skin that holds divinity
her-eyes-on the horizon take those beatings you call living
her-eyes-on the horizon turning ninety degrees and remembering
Self before time and space
the mountains that chased you through mazes and hedges covered in thistles
the briars that stung you like hundreds of needles
the nettles we boiled in kettles for healing the draughts you caught
in rainstorms dancing wild like raindrops striking pavement with bare feet thumping to music of heartbeats breaking
i say forsake the elemental demiurge
and splurge on a thousand year vacation

velvet sandcastles made of himalayan salt
pour through the cracks in the earth's hearth
our institutions have become belligerently numb
so we must illuminate the stains
with fractured fingerpaints
watercolors whimsically welcome you in trust
dwell in bliss
in the forest of freemasonry
jump off twisting turning
blinking winding sprays of saxophones

melodic dance
lyrical romance
young gypsies
just for the day

she asked if they would be willing to play a game
picture this, she said
positive purposeful courageous
to remember that god is all around
in the smallest sound
in the stones
love hides her little face
and plays coy
while she waits for you to chase her
under rocks and around the bend
into rivers and ponds
for love's grace knows no end

We are ecstatic
Lacking sacred artifacts
And neglected puzzles
Reprimanded
Landlords
Invite you to their
Granddaughter’s
Graduation parties
Strategic histories
Often disagree
Still your eyes
Are a mystery
To me
I see love's mask
Shape-shifting again
This breath
Is never ending
Sending loving prayers
To the heart
Of your soul
Please dream carefully
And listen deeply
Satiate your strategies
But not completely
Insurgent icicles
Hanging from our rooftops
Threaten our safety
Stop living small
Did you know
That you could
Buy the whole world
With a single dolllar
They'll try to sell you
A copy of your Self
But you won't let them
Ever make a fool
Of you again
So we tell them
Your daughters
Are our lovers
And you begin
To let them live
Underneath your skin

A digital age of destructive defiance and sophistry
Categorized by idle compliance to AI's dependency
Completely reliant on fully disembodied virtual reality
Every day a new technological/ideological imperative
Approaching a singularity of apathy and commerce
Towards a real-time extinction of the idea of privacy

I am so often offended
By the brokenness of men
So let's resume the music
Clueless of the evidence
Of our improbable evolution
Mention my name to the same old songs
We are stronger now than we were then
Are we to blame for the way we came here
Standing on our innocence
Lest we defy the painter’s faith
The same old shapes are whispering again
That I am the sound that never gets found
And how can we be proud of our too loud relatives
Whenever jilted lovers become our mothers
In their pain and their nakedness
We forget ourselves completely

No need for blanket statements
To keep you warm at night
A fraction of a volcano
Is all we need to be reminded
Of the sweetest things in life
We sow the seeds of discontentment
And select our portion of the heavens
Because when it rains it pours
And when you're ****** you snore
As loud as a thousand sleeping serpents
Disenchanted on a semester out at sea
Feel free to dramatize your shadows
And create your own cages
You can decorate them with candles
But portraying fear is not the answer
We may personify victory as a dancer
Until we are all cantankerous old shadows
And flaming arrows land on our papers
We are out of place like sand in a limo
I birth poems for Eros
Images appear in your rear-view mirror
You are my hero
Imagination is a flavor
That I would love to explore
You are the color of my endurance
And if our performances are frozen
Then we'll have no more gas for the fire
Tonight let's get a little closer
And tell the stories of our ancestors
Only your magic highlighter
Could turn all of these
Strange words into poetry

When love calls you
You complain
Strained and straight to bed
We forget the end
It's a random affair
We often end up in
If you lend me your mouth
I’ll keep it close at hand
And if you’re ever down south
I’ll show you the promised land
Your heart is the church
I alone worship in the sand
Your eyes are worth
A thousand emeralds
Gold and silver bracelets and bangles
Held up against your makeup
We can no longer fake it
So we take it home
With us instead

Good Food
Good ***
Good Friends
Good Medicine
Good Work
Good Environments
Good Meditation
Good Music
Good Seclusion
Good Education
Good Books
Good Entertainment

Obstinate and obfuscated
We triturate our toenails
Micturate on the furniture
Burning is our covenant
Our overture is here and now
There are no random dealings
With any of our Mothers
Gone are the plumbers
And brothers
Who steal your instruments
We establish madness
Like crazed sailors
Establish mutiny
Our minds are just lightbulbs
Blinking on and off again
And now I like to go to bed
Without any dinner
We are all pediatricians
Here for the people
Who don't know any better
Vaccines are inarticulate measures
To produce outcomes
That are suspicious
And circumspect at best
I protect my right to freedom
You can bleed me
If you need to
I am unperturbed
By your perfuse fusions
Of infinite allusions
Our accents accented
Our innocence deflected
We ended up alone
Still our burning
Has a purpose
Long past the final warning
I heard you laughing
And chose not
To take you to task
On your failures

freed from time and space
we gave our last performance
you said it was sort of pompous
and a little too hollow
unlike the figure of the maid
who came back and left me my dinner
grief is a river i would never swim in
we undressed the girl wearing hemp
because you said grifters do it the best
and if heads are gonna roll tomorrow
so must our feet move on too
love is abundant and frequently dismayed
the moment you allow
another to enter your heart

It's an anthem of attraction
To remember everything
Is the magic of heaven
Worship the lips
That compose your inhibitions
We are following our feelings
And intuition
Into this liminal realm
Of beauty and danger
You don't need my permission
To become the next savior
Have you formed an agreement
With a lonely stranger
It's extremely dangerous
To know too much
And have seen too little
I walk in space and waste insight
It's instrumental to meddle
In other people's relationships
We are relative triangles
Underneath our meaningless defenses
Existence is contagious
It's rearranging itself
Into living particles
Farming our senses
Framing our perceptions
Hegemonic arrangements
Of melodious derangement
I exclaim your name
Out loud we drown in frothy rivers
You curtail your daughters
Copious amounts of sound
Louder than a snoring giant
We are explosive like dynamite
Compliance is not a virtue
When everything is untrustworthy
We are burning like the rain-forests
It's ***** money
And dangerous practices
That make us into petty victims
Where we think there are no consequences
The youth only respects music
And furnish their denial with carpets and cameras
I see you on the computer screen
Making fun of all these images
And wonder if you've really lost your mind
Somewhere it is time to sleep
But I promise to keep trying
To talk to you in my dreams

just before we take our first breath
all the faces that have failed to resurrect
become our mirrors to the past
into which all things must pass
and eventually cast their sight
growing rebellious kindness
or lusting after all those pointless coins
ever-pausing for a moment of silence
or never-pausing to realign intentions
get loose and flee from these ruins
that have over-run our hearts
and toppled over all the authentic parts
beauty is damaged and then dug up
her body’s form is echoed in the dust
a trail of tears left in the soil
fingers peeled and limbs numb from the toil
all the fears that we’ve let cover up our love
become the webs that we can no longer get rid of

her eyes are fire
gliding on the wind
they simply begin to spiral
i remain invisible to you
you touch me in your lust
as houses are dismantled
and bodies sold for furniture
its a total scramble
that requires no preamble
children sample this silliness
when chili is for dinner
i am weak and ready for the winter
you lift the hunger further away
i drift like water into slumber
wherever it is we lay
you inspire me with poetry
i am likely to fall asleep
but keep on talking anyway
it might just be the thing
to help me with my feelings
and let me sort them out
i remove the usefulness
and replace it with your doubt
she ruined my world
with her beauty
i was turned upside down
and tuned-in to a different station
all my life came shattering on top of me
the moment i saw her face
and that was just the start
of the total annihilation that followed
these escapades are brutal
as all your attempts at love are fatal
so lets just let it run its course
before we are filled with more remorse
so what's the point anyway
if we aren't listening we may be destroyed
are there examples of a love this rare
please come show me your secrets
or at least give me a reason
to despise something
more than our punctuation

Serpent waterfalls cascading silence
Pisces wept for all ages and sirens
Singing sweet they surround this island
Until watery giants rose from tiny eyelids
Drink this fragrant cup of resonant mind-scent
Freely given for all whom I sent
To remind me of the living descent
We all must pass through embodied or absent

awaken for half a second, a minute, a century
the five-lettered name is etched upon your blood
a pentagram of love drowning in the fiery heavens
swallow the tear shaped seeds one by one
until a labyrinth of beauty blossoms in your soul
breathe in the fragrance of the word
breathe in the fragrance of the flowery worlds
purposefully place the rotting pentacle
upon the altar of the SUN
dip the hem of your dress in the cooling waters of the moon
and it will turn the color of hummingbird wings
dream of nighttime's golden apples
blooming in forgotten orchards in the spring
awaken for half a second, a minute, a century

Undress the equivalency
Inequality imperceptibly
Communicates that
Every hand is a doorway
Every heart is a universe
Perverse or natural
Lack of the artificial
Sans particles or clothing
You articulate your elbows
I dance with fireflies
Illuminated by candles
Are we radicals
Or just extra vulnerable

she exhales
she is here
she is terrifying
she smells of fear
she breathes her mind
she justifies
her appetite by saying she is broken
all her forms
all her faces in this space
in all spaces are conjoining
are separating
all these years
and all these emotions
are diverging
from a single source
all roads follow
all dreams fade
all roads narrow
all hell is paid
now there shall be poetics
local agriculture
and music
in twilight
roses
keep the fragrances alive
her majesty
I asked her what would she like
she spoke about the fire
and the envy of her pride
join me for this supper
and i’ll tell you about the time
when the keeper of the music could no longer write
her eyes became two diamonds
refulgent in the moonlight
her daemon appetite
grew stronger
and hungered for your sight

the mind has no limits
it slips beyond all your theories
there is no magical hypothesis
that can contain your thesis or antithesis
all of our stories are limitless prisms
engaged to refract the light
but photons do not dance for just one party
they are infinite slivers of eternal consciousness
biologically inclined to dine upon your reason
all our satiated afterthoughts
are but the decadent crumbs leftover
from another lunchtime philosophy session
time to clean the dishes of your mind
and find the china that sparkles
beyond your wildest imagination
insight and clarity, the luminous perspicacity
to really see anything clearly
i adore you but if you choose ignorance
i will have to head for the hills
like a lonely gambler in a movie
forms are poems left in stone
and our setting souls know no remorse
yet still i moan and count the colors of you laughter

an unhappy mind is behind the times
and all touch is blind without compassion
so make way for a new day
as we pave the way for our future
all beings are being held captive
by nature’s attractive opera tower

in salvia divinorum
in sage
in palo santo and in prayers
in copal and frankincense
in sweeps of the air
in magical passes
in hours of concentration
in mindless arithmetic
in mental gymnastics
in solitary confinement
in long stretches of time
in short walks and long talks
in cafes and picnics in the park
i hear your voice and see your face
i speak traces of your eloquence
and revisit all your names
deaf as a hummingbird in spaces of the heart
i am a colibri and will surely find my art

High intensity is not likely,
to cause any serious problems,
But a lack of integrity, definitely will.

I'm oscillating between
a polymorphous isoscelationship
with multiple parallelograms
and a double helix or two
occasionally twisted up in the mix..

How about you?

hard as a feather
capture the weather
polarities are kindred souls
i long to hold you close to my *****
and assume the unassuming
is all you have need for

our hands are hourglasses
broken on the seashore
sand has spilled out like rice
justified by time
another victim of the sublime
i miss her kindred spirit
although happiness and density
weighed heavy upon my soul
i chose to wait for comfort and shallow tide to control
the outcome of this poem
is like an ancient story
where the gods are getting hungry so they eat their own
brownness

forgotten
in fields of rotten tyrants
and brooms
sweep the countryside
like fire
burning through streets
tearing down the feasts of dionysus, bacchus, and eurypides
orpheus’ daughters
sold all of their water
to the maitre d’s and hostesses
so your own emotions could rent rooms in their vacant hallways

i saw all your warnings
and yet i chose to run right through them and into your arms
accept this token of my heart
a piece of fabric torn from sober wisdom
and spun with threads of copper
it becomes a blanket
and wraps your fragile nakedness
as the corn and leaves used to do

forgetful one
please heed this
your memory is naked
respect the unexpected
your lies are being collected and written on papyrus
sirens are awakened by your cries in the wasted light of the moon
perhaps we still must make amends
say amen
and sweat
your swathing blanket
your **** angels
swear by their creator
saying: do yourself a favor and let me enter you

say my name
go on and say it
its the password
that unlocks
our hidden history
i am willing to tell it to you
if you’ll listen...

the vision you see is false
all that is real is what you feel
all this love
this ocean of dreams
seems miraculous
but you are a miracle more beautiful
than all the fields
blossoming in the spring
rising up from their trances
the earth dances
in spasms
in wall-casts
in masks
i speak to you
of beauty and suffering
the love we bear is unfathomable
a sapling sprouts from our shouting matches
so stash away your secret treasure
let others go like loose feathers
wings of the bird who resembles serpents
winged flowers
stirred with our fingers
and licked copiously clean
cleanliness is your virtue
vultures lick your bones clean
of this sad excuse for culture

your metaphysical sorrows are a bore
but your **** shoulders i certainly do adore
so much space i can taste it
and so much love i won’t waste it
for those who are wondering
the cremation grounds and their metaphors
are the tantric dance-floors of eternity
where the divine goes to boogie

have i told you lately that i love you
well i do
so go out and make love to the universe
make love and ***** the galaxies
until the milky way squirts amrita
across the multiverse
and all you hear are squeals and giggles
coming from shooting stars and nebulas
sri ram jai ram jai jai ram
i am that you are
so hung
all day long we run
for nothing
chasing nowhere
when you come back home i am waiting
elevating
awake and breathing
grateful to have learned your secret
and repeated your stories to the dawn
i am sworn to the opposite of secrecy
and will shout your glory across the heavens

from synapse to synapse
a synergy of solipsism
the solution to the illusion
is within our inebriated hearts
its ******* traction
in the static electricity
we dance with
alabama vacancy
sages melt honey
on their tongues
and sing songs of wisdom
long hours in meditation
lead to tired bodies
this repetition is our daily duty
or else we'll fall apart

history repeats its childhood
and dwells on its faults
in need of psychotherapy
it analyzes its insecurities
and cannot bear to be told what to do
it finds freedom in repetition
like a machine gun against the cold
streams of ****** victims
immediate and visceral
silence overcame our blankets
and wrapped us up in fear
our guardians whispered warnings
that we could never hear

Paint a picture even if it's boring
You are accompanied by angels
Radiant salvation agitated in the heat
We beat the drum tonight
Let gods speak and humans quiver
The soul nears it's inevitable fatigue
Remedies and lies demand a sacrifice
I rest in embraces too complicated to utter
Hundreds of wings upon the watershed
And the beauty of it's passion
Is that never again shall we fly like this
I rise to the occasion of another Lover
Hunger for bodies that only meet in chaos
We demonstrate the allegorical
Lost hours remind us of our mortality gone by
Sign language utters nothing but signals all
Lost in between our dichotomous stories
We take liberties and pursue only intransigent categories
What a trajectory of tragedy and unheeded warnings
Inevitably I let her overtake me
Her eyes are a smooth internment
Her lips are a velvet curtain
Sheets of rain like fabric drape around her
Marble hands and ******* set against the stars
It's time to rest so you sit back and breathe
And allow daylight to seep from your eye sockets
We dream of towns in Greece where children sing
And wander freely through wanton streets
We drift between reality and fantasy
Faster than you can say uncle
It punches me in that place of hollow sorrow
These burning places scorched and sacred like swollen feet
We fell asleep in the grove and removed old stones
To take home a part of the earth with us
We journey against the wind as compassion is a vision
Gone are those memories yet again we ascended
Dense like leaves of comfrey boiled in water
You can no longer control the insurgent flutters of your stomach
As we dance our souls descend back into our bodies