A Gift – Consistently Cared For.
bear the arid flatness
measure the passing of our existence
celestial cycles don’t control all darkness.
“feel the feels” a friend affirmed, and deeply dug did I.
If only Coleridge had given Okeonos to that Mariner of olden days…
Do they ever stop breathing?
Build Me! Your unseeing eye squints in condescension
into her cavernous gullet everything goes.
flesh-stripped scaffolding sharply buttress a new kind of body.
Light always turns away darkness.
Summer still nips at the heels; that playful puppy.
it came upon us way too fast / some ran to life, we chose to hide.
the door before me bids me walk on through, but pieces – grief and anger – won’t allow.
she tends with love. dirt-covered hands - still painful – cleansing the insides, to her soul’s very depths, as only fertile soil can.
Wayfaring sounds romantic, but wander too long, you may get lost.
Don’t ever think / unless MY think you think.
and now July can come to me /
my soul no more disjoint, it’s free