if ascension was what I desired
I'd have it.
flying is a spiritual habit,
I've always seen it from that
perspective.
I'd probably lose interest quickly
the complexities plainly for me to see.
the virginity finally captured and free.

I'm bound to this Earth, now.
a rebel for the dirt.
the chatter of the underworld mostly
unheard.
her poems I search for, I scour her
hoping, my heart aching for the time.
that ryhme that sings to me.

no, ascension is not for me.
no cloud soaring for this Pisces.
I swim with the salmon upstream.
dodging the attacks, GMO free, constantly
reminding the other halves of me
to not fall for the foolishery,
those pellets that they feed in
the nursery, they changed our genes
long ago.
though, all must come to the light.

and yes the light calls me, home,
the embrace of never alone.
nestled among the smells I know.
it's time will come,
and we will make love for the days, then walk.

until the moment right before
that manifest is destined,
the point before full submission,
I will let the LOVE
of the heavens fill me up to my brim,
right to my breaking point.
then you will be there,
smiling, prepared with me
to release our scales... harmoniously
and earn our wings.
we will fly home free,
work for this cycle complete.