I'm a secret garden black star ceaselessly assimilating the creation of my memories at the speed of reflection! A lot of the time I can't say I'm attempting refraction so all I get is fusion diffusion bright light confusion. I'm a Gaussian blur black glow and I'm a grey and white rainbow gradient peacock feather floating up from heaven. Trickle down love theory is just about as good as corporate fascism. **** wants stagnant water to float on top. C'mon! Let's dance, let's swing, let's bubble out of our ***! Let's boil it down, break it down, let's take it down and bring it up to a whole new temperature! Let's evaporate to a higher state of being together...!

[2008, age 13]
Dear Self,

Are you here today?
The same person I am
from your younger's same
If you are here, then yes,
it is you and it is I

We are the same
and different

You are probably
a musician, an artist,
or someone who works
with their hands.

a poet, a harpist,
a person interested
in the fiber arts.

Either way,
we like what we do
and we want to do it

You traveled back
with advice and a
message

Keep this still
and think of it always

I wished you good fortune,
and I truly hope
it has fallen to you.

From,
Thineself

p.s.
Remember
The Rock

Fill the abyss with a kiss

and well,
it's never too late to restart
it's never too late to restart
it's never too late to restart
it's never too
hahahaaaaa

Sometimes it's nice
how I can fall back
onto certain phrases,
but **** would I love to leap
into new ones!

It just means
I've gotta start skipping
I've gotta give myself a
good runnin' start!

It's like I'm pre-placing
all the notes in the scale
and ripping them out in a
roll roll roll
just because I know I can
but I should really pay
more attention
to each
and every
one
individually....
after all it's the sum
of all the parts that make it
greater than the pieces
apart

anyway like
what are you trying to say
what are you trying to black hole black hole where do these words come?!
from star gazer star gazer
try to think thoughts and
all of a sudden universe
universe and
I just want to make it
from one place to another but
it just so happens that
that place is just another
and then there's another
and another to go to and
all of a sudden I'm in the
throes of the universe
the throes of creating new places
and how am I supposed to create a new place if I'm trying to figure out how to get to the next place?

jeeze I'm just another face!
what the ****, look at all these eyes everywhere! how many are there?!

I'd love to count,
I'd love to sit beside
every single one of them
and enjoy every nuance
of their dilation and
it's always fun to see
myself in the blackness
of their pupils.
In the right light sometimes
I can see my own pupils.
Sometimes I can see
my own star
gazer gazer star gazer
black hole universe you are
a breath in the making you are
a breath in the taking in
the giving in the
receiving and
I'm in the throws
I'm in the lobby waiting
I'm in the lobby lobbing linguistic lilies from pond to pond and I'm licking lateral lines across your lilting laughter and what are you some kind of heart monitor?

My thoughts are shallower than the puddle you didn't even notice you stepped in.

The once plump
****** blister is
now a deflated ego

a portion of identity
lays separated,
slightly detached and

peeled back -
there is another layer
also dead

and peeled back -
there is raw skin
feeling fresh air
for the first time

It is stinging cool
from the soft breeze
from the swinging of the arm
at every tick tock

and the soul is swinging
from the tips of my fingers

I feel my heart rolling down
the sleeves of my shirt as
centrifugal and gravitational
forces pull blood towards the
surface of my skin and I feel
the rhythms of my systole
diastole tension and release and

the ocean leans in
for a kiss and
leaves fish stranded
on the sand

in it's parting, the ocean floor
seems to be shallower here

but it must be deeper
somewhere else
and after all

when one door shuts
another opens
when one light goes off
another goes on and
when one universe contracts
another expands

The spiders are a lil upset we shined light on their webs!
They're all shiny now, well woven, and quite sticky icky.
**** their new system of slavery!
'We the People' are separate from their corporate fuckery!
We are not at war with the world. They are.
Come pray mantis with us
we will slice their silk and
make meal of their black magick.

sweet flag you are acorus!
you are kori you are the
stalk of the eyes and
calamus oh the core of us
is sipping smoke of
sweet flag
you the reed that
drips sap for my
darkening pupils
you are the line
and the dot
you are the pupil
growing upward
you are the reed that writes
and it's nice to meet you.
mmm

oh dream you are joy,
sweet music and
a whispered scream

nightharrowing daymare
exploding into sparrow
Oh, hello, crow!
You are trans*

You are transforming
You are going across
that land and you are
ab domus! you are
ab fabulous!

You are ab a more amor!
You are becoming,
becoming amor!

You are becoming more!
Always and all ways
you are transcending...

at every now you are
ascending
and even
in descent you are
taking a walk on the y axis

going across the x axis
you are walking down
the infinite spokes
that spin from your soul,

and you are a
medicine wheel,
no, a medicine orb
with spokes like
vines that split like
veins de la vie and

it's la vie en rose
it is blood red lifewine
tendrils of life

and all the lifelines on
your palms
drip vino de vie

they are stark
strokes of scarlet
gushing truth
in vino veritas
in vino veritas

my body is spirit anyway
and my spirit is smoking calamus