collars inside—exile, senses inherited, generational
debris—oh to live, to die, to believe in resurrection, so charmed to have met
sincere education, scholar or dream—landscapes, mind gadgets, ink leaking on
impermanence—
caves on mountains, or tablets with laws, so intimate,
alpha chasing, omega closing in—
amazing undertakings, balls of chi, an inner person
thrown across skies …
a palm of winks, knuckles made sacrificial, seventy
percent following the Lamb …
shamanic drives, mystic instincts, to fathom dear
darkness—
through miles of icy ocean, walnuts for nutrients,
communicating with jinn(s), locating power, slain, torn asunder, at times, a
thinner line, to admit it to self, to war at points, a soft asylum song—
madness of poets—
dandelions wafting as Janette runs through fields—
juleps watching …
apples, oranges, lemons—
rarity of souls, spirits soundings, echoes, can’t
quite decipher, nor discern, learned to let go—
deep in Africa, tambourines, banjos, rituals, further
a war—
induced by classicals, literature, psychology—
like filmmakers, or spirit data, feeling edited—
