Monday, November 8, 2021

Bless The Dragon

 

a slower conduit, racing moves, I listen, I learn. I’m still behind. running knees, pleading please, like mellow enough to get in. it took time, bending winds, clutching fire. I heard the flame, I begged the flame, I felt misread, pictureless, obeying rules.

I plucked a lilac. I felt it creeping. I often wonder why faces change—tender into skylights, livid into a farmhouse, broken, distrusted, with nothing to re-manage.

earth is filled with mistakes. spirit is fraught by presence. so close to a furnace, so enthralled by a fireplace, like wild to attend the campfire. a task shunning, focused on one, so narrow sighted. a hundred grand on a wish, a million letters for a ghost, magnified in glasses. I pick. I choose. I replenish appetites.

the gift of valor, we wonder about life, to understand why some are interested, concerned, mowing the esoteric.

next art, calligraphy beauty, a foxglove in ritual.

many are abandoned, seizing life, articulating anguish, like a cell in a pool, it was too early to head home.

most mean good, a few mean darkness, like a curse to do kindness; palming a freesia, a magnolia petal, meddling with a scorpion; paper pain, ink innocence, alphabetical arrows.

hallways, chains, most don’t watch each word, nor is the tongue tamed—wild waves, tossed to and fro, carried by the accidentals.    

PS.

    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...