destroyer of mornings,
destroy.
become the book,
the quotation
running to outstretched arms,
-fathom.
the two crossed paths,
marked twain
and discarded deep six,
casting sounding lines
in the stream of consciousness.
my word!
delight
from the red cave,
blistering tongue
speak other’s word,
strangling the throat.
some flowers have throats,
sweet and tender as you please.
they guide dreams,
following the equator
pulling him from the garden.
a come hither follow me
across the border,
for heaven’s climate and hell’s company.
all the graffiti,
all the words follow
friction ridges,
swirled,
fingerprinted,
arched, looped, and whirled.
-tremendous -iteration
everyone must drink the water.
why must we?
felled just for proof
of existence,
antiquated -time -love and
the ulm, a redwoods
freedom
from shadow.
it is good to be the tree,
with the if just to be.
