Spinning

Something baptizes life, thrown into a future, peeking at

love. Oh her precious heart, staring at winds, merely

particles. We’re wrapped in the song of grackles, tugging

at a russet sky. It’s more them than us, forever one

syllable. Unlock a keel, strike a flare, and learn of signs

and symbols. Else writhe—affected with drought, spinning

through an arc.

Something haphazard—our life, a lucent catastrophe; but

love is valiant, a mystic design, fevered with zest and

zeal.

Our cultic hearts, hiding winds, ever in communication. I

feel um watching, meeting the same person thrice—in

several dimensions. So clear murk and pond, and strike a

cryptic flame.

I trek a prow, heavy at a helm, suffused with pain and

glory. Such a small rudder, piercing both soul and spirit.

So give us life, cosmic chi, and a universe of diamonds.