Swing high! Planetary pillage,
piled light years amongst us.
... Surrounded by debris that aches from expansion. ...
... If they only knew of their warmth. Flashes fading faintly beyond their own beating hearts.
Whipping in wild attempts to tame these earthly egos. Songs, starry-eyed and solar-powered.
Prismatically pulling at our universal pain. Dynamic division,
by systematically-structured-solitude. ...
Swing high sweet symbiosis!
In this time,
where words slip away to silence,
Saturated enough to soak through to the core of my voice.
hesitant and withdrawn.
Digital and subdued.
A mask muffled laugh, cry, cough.
Loud enough to turn heads...away.
just loose enough to cause an uneasiness amongst the masses.
Masterfully keeping tempo…
Trepidatiously tip-toeing in circles
Never the same cycle.
(The only form of revolt that seems to honor this death of what once existed).
A collection of consciousness.
An aquifer below.
In respite and flow.
There I hold my lungs tight,
remembering how to breathe underwater.
Posture and prosperity.
Protection of my feminine.
Here, I honor this condition.
The crossfire between a call and a caress.
a color that the night calls upon.
Flashing with every ricochet reflection.
Fearless to the degree of hope.
I remembered the feeling.
Intake and innuendo.
Bargaining with the elusiveness of exclusivity.
A solidarity of surrender.
Curated for connectivity.
Below, in aquatic care.
Siphoned to the surface.
Solar serenade and an evaporation...
to the pull of participation.
Washing my blues away.
Washed in the wetland of our eternal suffering.
Come rain and I’ll be there,
rinsing my feet in your wading water.
rightfully waging upon my internal growth.
dividing lines and heartbreak
dividing property and perspective.
Come rain and I’ll choose a side
rinsing my pride in your humble forgiveness.
and somehow you rise from below
surfacing to the sun
Echoing across the canyon
a warmth in your voice
bending toward a space behind my heart
like the sound of a shell under pressure
I reminded myself of you...
Skipping beats beyond borders,
brandishing a barrier begging to break down.
A field withering to completion.
A yield worthy of color that only light can appreciate...
beneath a shaky breath.
Holding long toward a depth that only my core contains.
like the replication of fluid.
Majestic nucleoid and the ability to bind recombinant remnants
in a space that only life can call upon.
with a memory of the future,
and a feeling unforgotten.
Thicker than it looks,
and remembering to close my eyes.