in my own vibe right around true
beliefs and ecstasy
never have I been
so true so blue at the same time
like I lost something on the way to
here
It's like being saved while you drown
or making a statue to a god
out of clay and sweat and
find that clay is real
out the distance I see
horizons calmness fruit
given without consequence
days of full
monuments made of greek
knowledge
taking flight
into sunsets
painted by me in
honor of Van Gogh
the strong brush stroking
brightly
the doors
open to some church he sought
I found
right around
the corner,
a poets dream