inner rhythms.
inner flames.
i've got lots of them.
enuff to teach a tribe of nomads at night
where to find the fire
and find each other.
inner sounds.
inner dancing.
as they all move and respond to me
like tides and tree branches,
i stir the soup counter-clockwise
'cause i feel time lapses.
inner faith.
inner hope.
she is the president of the woods
who jolts through the wind of imperialism
over the river
and through the woods to foggy thoughts
viathepenviatheword via the voice;
exposing myself, hoping you will respond,
and hope you will respond;
who cuts the flag prompting lip-service to worship,
lures the lost from the wax museum,
twists them out of their hibernation,
salutates their turn to poetry
and reminds them of our collective voice;
who, under the storm,
re-sews a new flag recognizing
the re-visionary and the prophetic
framework for Love,
as performed by the
inner you.
inner me.
inner us.