The first of many things
To make me seek the
Metaphors within,
A book at 17;

My uncle’s death at 18
Stripping a 14 year
Me bare,
Ripe

For a Green majick
To root its souil
Within this fertile
decay
~
now
Believing I tainted
Plowing deeper in two
Labyrinthine catacombs

Buried deep within the shallows;
Soiled
Sun die
A ghost.
Undie-
Agnosed
Dead within the dirt
And drowned amidst an ocean
I found a bubble a mist
The mud
Swimming until the leaving grew
Blossoms I breathed
With in me;