there is a whisper hush that
slips between the bars and
unbinds the nestles that creep within the cage of
calcium twisted heart-mongers i
don’t think there is a
new way to say but
what i want to say is
that this flower has flowered so
bright and i
can hardly speak so joyousfilled is
all that whelms and over
[…]
imagine.
water is. nourisher.
birther. bather.
life-bringer. life-bearer. life.
imagine.
in slipping into secondskin
of pelagic grace, man is freed
from linear banality.
flight beneath blue-green sky
and companioned of beasts from
more primordial truth.
imagine.
water of our hearts,
dripping from eyes uncertain.
ten thousand years of mourning
by pouring salt upon a funeral plain.
imagine.
when life itself becomes
a yoke to control the masses.
calculated. commodified. cold-hearted capitalists
drinking with unsatable […]
the sooth i have learn-ed
in days spent afloat
is that often when turn-ed
we’ve no cause to gloat
a wuman and man are two silly shapes
with allcurves and whiskers
and lipstwigsandgrapes
we laugh and we linger
because of our fear
for deaths bony finger
and eternity near
in love and in anger in rage, lust and shame
we try to distance ourselves from this mocky […]
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