eclipsed by clouds, the moon still shines
over amaranth fields, and ocean brine
over waves of water and land
stretch the light of lunar hands
touching down, a twisted ladder
kundalini as an adder
such sweet teeth are these
but I have a feeling that the echelons are only echos

you're voice
carried away with waves
and there's not a trace that stays

come now, let's play

Love
Lips
Skies
Why?s
Seas
Now
Trees
Tao

these are we
blessed be

your screams were your letters
unaddressed
your dreams are your betters
unimpressed

i want to grow a beard
my face not flat but tiered
to have something to hide behind besides my eyes

i'll move away alone
the sky itself my throne
to learn what i need
to plead the greed from my deeds
heeding release
these seeds are freed
to be trees tracing mountains and seas
to breathe

I take my leave
with a walking stick
and a whistle and a tick
i'll not travel farther than my feet see fit

things don't exist in retrospect
and if something
eventually
doesn't exist
than what is
This?
Is it at all?
Once something is gone
one wonders where it went,
perhaps it was never really here,
and it's form was only a word,
hollow and limp,
set adrift and filled
with the wind
which it truly is.
Perhaps
we shall see.
Perhaps
Not.

In any case,
once we are the hollow again
it won't mind,
as this is we are the wind.

we beasts
meeting in streets
weave like streams to the sea

a great happening!
an outward wave of motion
like the expanding chest of a giant
sighs
and stirs the current with gusto,
the turbulence is rapture in ecstasy,
breathing like trees through their leaves,
we beasts,
set free.

creeping uncertainty
as the circle slows
in a yawned moment
or a sneeze.
and the breeze is  
stiff,
fixed with fits of static bits,
until the ellipse is realized,
and the giant sighs,
and the wheel flies!

look to the skies!
the heart is beating!
close now your eyes,
the this is fleeting,
as we beasts,
meeting in streets,
weave like streams to the sea.