With lock-picks

Of love

We

Broke through

Time

Some
Do it
Right

Even

Die
On time


Some

Fail

Nothing
Matters

So much

To worry

If you

Are love

Or the lonely

Dolorosa

I shall not fashion

Molten steel to

Fix lone phrase

In seabed.

Though made of
Solid sod

An airy humus
Spirals

On thermals

To kiss

An orange

Sun

Live in a cave
In high
Himalyas-

Put your machines
In a bag

And drop them

Down a
Responsible
Ravine--

After a time
Hear the gentle

****** and
Smash

Of the genocidal
Genes

Created by
We

1.
Came swimming

Caught in torrent

Clutching fur of
Fuzzy
Brown bear

To the lee of
Turbulence and

Letting go

With gratitude-

Take your cubs
And liberate the
Salmon

As i crawl
Ashore.


2.
What difference
How
The river is crossed?

What fig-leaf rectitude
Required to
Survive?

Of existence

Nobody without spirit
(What - no
Volition?)

Molecules hum
With
Spherical dance

Stone so alive

Syncretic syncopation

Holistic fear and
Ec-stasis

Flowers of
Laceration