Wherever I am,
I cup my blood to the brim
What else could you give,
With constellations written into the night sky?

That is the seeming visage of neighborly vibration,
While invested here in Earth music
Sipping the deep with our eyes

Drunk human on heaven's lease,
Hold sanguine love like a drop on a gossamer string.
And concentrate the reality underneath.

I mean what I mean,
And I follow what I mean:

Building a home from my eye to the tip of my tongue,
Making taut the line
And arms as rafters to the spine,
Making sure my heart and taking good care of my mind,
Making love to Clarity all the time.

Tending to a garden with hands,
Hands that need washing
A garden I'll expand
And she opens and closes like a flower,
A lovely breath to breathe