tresses dire
tresses green
cascading tresses
tresses exercise, chaos
fate, a skipping stone
meeting a pond
before crossing over
dropping
sleeping in a dusty hall
at one with the earth,
the wave.
At peace where i should be
as earth,
slowly turned and permeable
as a bird caught in the storm of the flock.
A bird song note struck
in the din of the century,
groundhog day of consciousness,
8000 terracotta to be buried with.
blue eyes has the wisom,
his old monkey red skin,
flea bags howling at the deities,
loud voices driving the chariot,
of the Denver Broncos.
Warriors of steel,
the embrace of my child,
is a moment to keep,
tethered to the surface of the pond,
with all the magic deity will afford me.

cbran