burning their way through Lives n memories leaving no thing unscathed by their passion their waking breath a dragon steps into the folds the deep creases in the origami cranes their heads in the hourglass sand this man arrives with no understanding of Time making space with two steady hands n an unfathomable gaze seas part in the place that no one Sees ocean air vibrates through chattering teeth some people seem to defy gravity screens black mirrored holes are enter-only portals vacuuming the thoughts of mortals desperate to escape the destiny of the mundane somewhere the two of us are arguing again but cant Remember why its Been too long since we fucked moister Timelines unfold n the dragon steps back out smiling to pen around the bush is better than beating it as much as that stroke touches every wall of this mind undefined by words I bind mySelf to the sky Love spells are a theatrical romantic tradition archaic attempts to inscribe a lie like the real deal flows against the current hindSight is the nourishment that sustains a poet in ways employment could never the blood is too busy weaving rungs into the seeds our daughter(s) will dream into form like lines on the page may She Be the comma n the sweeter karma a lull in the rushed alchemy whatever God(dess) wants whatever the Earth needs pure poetry the road openers stay strumming at the crossroads wagering for a song Moonrise pinks beaming through tainting Sunset shadows blue its a melody or two in (t)here between brown hair n a pierced nose like no thing can Be taken from this prose but notes
some of us shift things
emBodied melody 