some people see through the guises of death and birth and see the emotional void created
( in )
motherless mother absence.

i feel when i walk-
in death i walk safe -
in life,  i like talking walks

curious of realms beyond time and space
each universe person a beat of drum , a snare, a snake an elephant
a human
sometimes --

i feel the revolutions swing in motion and leave all past notions in the bin just
to search through them to feel again,
sometimes the pain is a mess and i kinda like it
( but i don't ) i grow from it and it feeds me
lyrically

emotional backlog untampered.
kept from childhood stance
to womanhood chartered flights.

to smoke signal nights of cinnamon daytime incense and reveling in universal flows with a jaded partner in 'crime'
my friends feel the intangible lines

i am glad i walk this path with friends

sometimes

i just feel that we are not working together
as a whole
as a fluid aspect of nature
through the perspex glass of freedom
the free doom
promised -
there lies beyond
fields of wild flowers and untainted mountain spring of green water flows
carving streams of minds flow onto blank screen filled



in the darkest crevice of my mind
i find
hope.
in people.
i find faith in humanity again. and again,

in myself
if i can,
you can,
if you can,
anyone can,

what can we do? now that is a question i'd like to ask.
what can we afford to do? what can we afford to not do?
(a smile is free)

riddle me this, humor me if you will ...

what can we do?