The legions of snakes fell closer to the ground
on this day
The trees lay down like resting lovers
splintered and cracked
After winter we can lie on our backs
and make foamy pictures of the clouds
Dry desert, Two trees
I hatched an escape plan
I'm all alone here in a
snowcrunch desolate thunderstorm springflower violet beacon,
shining with waves of eternity luminous, speaking ancient languages
Shallow graves, these flower beds
are not a final resting place
They sing greenlipped tunes of tulips
I found my soul in the dirt surrounding
my house
And it raised me up to God's blue skin and whispered
secrets in my ear, clicking, heart ticking
Stop searching, child,
find the mountain song in your heart
The breeze started on the surface of your skin
and only exists as long as your blood flows
through river tributary human streams of consciousness
Through birchbark hollow sounds
Shaking ground around me
Follow me down to the inner earth spirit-fancy riverbank
Where all things flow into sensory
