I make my way inside, the tomb
and rise
again
from feelings that flew too close
to you,

torn from the womb, tethered hands
sworn to illumine weathered lands

and I crash again
back into
seed

full thrust while blossoms
bleed
life into the few
of the
new breed

that makes its way thru density
seizing sight, thru intensity
of light
that makes it all grow

  up and away from the roots that
know...

breaking tearing swearing making
moods that fade too soon
  foods that make new moon

   out of fragments that form too loose
sometimes

to hold the rhyme inside,
tucked beneath the rising tide
of things we share
and things we hide

waiting for the revelation
to seep up from our pores
  into our mind
   tending the sores  that
stifle the times   which await birth
here
in the name of earth
in the name of the mother
in the name of the bearing
and the burdens of Other
  ways

to see here, to know here, to feel
hear and peel clear
of stagnant    flesh

saturation

the   sudden dawning
  e v o l u t i o n
and
  i n v o l u t i o n

POISED

between worlds in balance
minds in latency
bending and twisting
and  T
         U
           R
             N
           I
         N
       G
back
upon
itself

  
CONTINUE POEM
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