Upon the summer hills of Santa Rosa,

As I was laying near the flume,

With a belly as big as the sun,

I heard the peaceful streaming of my womb.

Motionless I held my breath and listened

To the winds rune, it frolicked with the

Trees green hair adorned with purple bloom.

And as I laid I felt the golden poppies

Grasp gods work of art, to gift the pulsing

Of the earth with the rhythm of your fragile heart.

And with that moment, the world stood still

Humming violin-guitars, I sensed myself

A boy with infant eyes made up of clustered stars.

We suddenly were no longer human

But a single molecule sailing softly beyond

The sky, carrying nothing but breathing

Jewel buds singing secrets of the universe

Through a simple sigh.

This memory lives upon these hills

And your name breaths with its roots

One thousand newborns screaming life

As I give birth to natures fruit.

-Arizona