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Your vortex is a vacuum
And you pull and pull and pull
I try to center you
In the center.
But your forcing your way through.
Birthing nectar
Spinal erector
Tripping into solstice
I'm surviving to the
Equinox.

Oh slashing stalks
Oh chloraphil
Seeping from the wounds
Like sappy milk
Or milky sap
I wanted you
I wanted you to melt with me.
I wanted to extinct.

If I become you and you become me
Then who we used to be
It will become extinct.
I stood staring in awhe
At spectral lightening birth
And the waters poured all over me
And the lightening crashed on every thing.
You might have thought it was terrifying

But I wasn't scared of dying.

I was to busy living

Through the cycles god gave me.
Spent money on nothing
When you could only buy one of two things
With your energies
In one of to ways
But your in ignorance.
I moved from room to room
In your pleasures
walking through you
Or you moving around me
Showing me the different spaces
In between
The nails and board and tethering.

I felt you out entirely.
Treading new water
Breeding in a whole other way
Creation vortex
I give you my day

Two become one
I find in something else.
When I can give to you
And you are myself

Im watching world's begin
In your ineracting with me
And everything you bring
To everything that I see.

Fear sheds with the reptile skin
My root has stopped it's quaking.
And I am pushing out what's with in
And even though I may be shaking,

I'm doing it with pleasure
My fear can not encapture
I will create and measure
My own and your beautiful nature.

And we will throw it up on the canvas
we will blare it upon the air waves
we will exhume all with in our body's
Before we ever reach our graves.

And when day is done
We had joy we had fun
In all our seasons under the sun.

No repentance needed
No savior for our souls
For we found a new way of breeding
And we did become whole.
Shallow waters in my mind
The muds deeper than it seems
And I fool myself sometimes.
Confusing the flowers with the weeds.

I am sure there is purpose to the dandy lion
Though you pull it with out crying
And with out care.
Why did it grow there.
Why does it grow.
I'm sure there's a bigger purpose
Than we have realized
With open eyes
You don't really see.
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