Eyes open with a snap on this morning
Rain covered windows with the ironic sun
Glimmering and shining
August waivers and leans its head to us in unison
We cup our hands into various shapes
As a glittering sweetness leaves the essence
Of what I know and desire most
And I have to stand still just for a moment to say
Come on lady, ya got it.

Transition is mighty and bountiful
I no longer wake up to the criss cross of another's attitude
One end of my house a ruined wasteland
Where friendship lied and spat
The other a helpmeet full of can I come and can I join
But deep down I echoed and excused myself
"I think I'm really just very singular."

True and not true.

I picked up my handkerchief and bid myself calm down
Allowed my eyes to gaze on creative entitites
That had me unable to stop watching
Thats the good ****.

So lets do it
Lets do the thing
All of it
I don't know what it means
I prepare myself to hear no
But hey
Light the sage
Wish on witch stones
And go.