I was feeling chills, going easy on
self, blatant in a poignant volt.
second to second—the walls falling,
crushing his soul, angry it took decades.
I figure a soul is out of hibernation—genetic
scoundrels, pleading our confessions.
I was a child those years. I claim
part man, part beast, all spirit.
consensus says—we might not make it
to the Promise Land.
I cherish the naysayers. they push
like maniacs. they force one to jump up, get to praying, and lay it out.
the waterfalls are silky, the
professors are driven, maybe I see things unclearly. the rules of the
mountains, the academia at large, the fugitive in an alien soul.
unfrozen emotions, thermostats
ablaze, autumn will be the return of spirits.
oh beloved friend, spirit quaking,
the rebels out of Adullam.
some incredible person. some gifted
soul. I read your work to a woman dying softly. granny knew you. she revered
you. King Jr. had much to say on the matter.
it was time for a cleansing. it’s
been a long time—holding pain, being begrudging, so wild how I dislike a person
into a space praying with them.
I have voiceprints. I have a
phantom. I wrestle a split. deep divisions. darkness dreary. at a feeling Love
is special.
the roses are curious. the souls
are naked. the flowers are wrapped around spirits like clothing.
the dahlias testify. the Pacific
sun is wailing. shadows are moonlit features.
souls are foraging. rabbits are
frolicking freely. I wonder have they closed the last chapter.
the hearts are singing silence so
loud I broke a feeling. we can’t say it. we must say it. we don’t need to dwell
on it.
upon a heart-skip—raiding my soul,
adding you as a petroglyph.
