Though what you are looking for is not lost. So you indulge the many cosmos with the one thing life really needs.
The presence of a cheerful excavation An uncovering process Top To Bottom--
My glance is always softened By the way this one folds her cardigan Alongside her sarong. No, not so wrong, so right. It reminded me,
The glowing pile of her identity Trampled upon by the passion That heated, viscous piece of time
Where
magnets Seemed most permeable.
Oh, the sound of my ego hitting the floor, As if pianos could play backwards
Combined with the vessel, Into which we pour lost moments
The sequences of ourselves most vulnerable…
Those moments of awakened dream that we spend paralyzed Ghosts gripping, eyes bright as they are midnight fright,
But still she is there Angelic form framed freshly In the moon's most grandmotherly light
Such elegant nourishment…as if to say "pinky's up now then; good show"
The space around the form is surrounded By the ever ordered, static grid. But also chaotic, dynamic electric fur licking the opaque edges of dark off the wall.
I can move again, I'm on the mend.
Together we’ll face the quakes, the winds, and the inky fires And no river will hold us helpless by it's serpentine fluid dynamics Like the grounds they hold captured, eternally etched through gushing grace.
Why be held captured to the ground my stars, when through love we can fly?