Resplendent women
surrounded by clouds of glitter
delved idiosyncratically
into the shallow pools of sapphire

raising knowledge
braiding into cirrus,
harvesting,
and dames
their reforestation plans
up in smoke, after bears spit fire to its words.
"We have not yet seen the Greatest land! We know not of what is being done in the shadows!"

Spinning, they each fell.
One, two, three,
until their breaths staggered,
where an oak tree
coughed nectar from it's deep throat-
labyrinths of marbled lumber.
"We've reaped our destinies long before we took a breath!"

Again, again.

"don't fall deeper", i told him,
shadows from the trees masquerading on the curtains of my room

grey gardens,
your father in those photographs,
his eyes were shimmering
"halo, halo, halo"
i keep thinking

jeremy the fox whispered in my ear
the names of ancient cities
i smiled, but the buzzing wouldn't stop

behind your architectured forms,
the streams were spinning
constellations reshuffling
under my feet

my hair becomes braided, ropes in
the wilderness
i exhale, but it's all still
glittering

prefer letters to written word

archaic instruments
falling through windows
our heels click, hells remiss
wormholes twist
spines attach to miniature cities

icebergs of love
press into sparrows' breast
all sparrows, are we?
sword over us
saw feathers as we dug for worms
dirt under fingernails

silent bruise
expressionistic paintings
upon further examination, your
seeping words
melting glass
heart
(over matters, you see)
was never here

don't fret anymore
there are places more distant than these
with shimmering waters
and boys who call you back

there are hearts in these shadows still
that beat with every inhaling breath
but don't bury your belongings
before you give them away

tiptoe, tiptoe.

"psst,
follow me"



(
there are places more
distant than these)

Where these brooks come
together, I lay- under the
sediments&dirt; I
search- through cobwebbed
books and
spiral stairs
I hear

Salmon lakes and faded trees
burning wood,
I spread their ashes onto my cheeks,
as to not forget you
when you kissed my eyes
while I was asleep (I was
only pretending) but you
knew I was
alone in my state of mine,
but
you still didn't mind

We are fighting, feuding,
atom-bombing each other's land,
but this land belongs to no mortal.
We inhabit, but we do not rule.
We speak, but we do not change.
We ask, but we do not seek.

Who is your leader?
Fradulence,
persecutors,
college-bound atheists,
Who are you looking towards?
Where is your Truth?

Spend some weeks in the forest,
under a microscope,
or float in space.
You will meet your leader,
for he speaks in soft rhythms
and reverberates in harmonies.

You have stuck advertisements, billiards, dice, and
artificial love into your ears as to block you from reality.

I tell you, relive your life and exist in the truth of your master, for you have somewhere higher to dwell, you have a destiny to tend to, you have a Truth to live out.


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