| 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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