Monday, November 21, 2011

paper patterns

and we passed our brother's home.
in moonlight, demanding entrances.
paralleled yet reversed (in unconscious floating worlds)
cocoa at 9:30;
rushing to attend to discoveries.
until an orange light bursts beneath my skin,
i trail down mountain-turns, three sets of three:
seven/cocoa/cold scarlet floors

pomegranate hands, be yet afraid,
and do be unnerved: Gaia is a dark, tumultuous place.

and deep red.