All of us
Everywhere
This is a testament
To tennis matches
And tornadoes
It's ambivalent and polymorphous
With residuals of hungry mothers
Lovers discover the territory of harmony
Words can’t reach their campgrounds
I found the Sun
Under a serpents den
Where men and women grow tired
Of burning their fields again
We need threads to tie our heads to the stars
So instead of lighter fluid we gather
Mustard in the yard and a garden of herbs
To bathe in; in the dark
The scent of mint is the immanence of heaven
A lavender symbiosis self-evident
Synthesizing sin and scintillation
A tangible tangent
Tantalizing and talented
Beyond our wildest imaginations
Your candle lit canopies
Are only rarely ever filled to their capacity