I laid on my back underneath the great blue dome, sailor striped towel fibers against my skin. I watched the little grey disc spin. Shadows of passerbys obscuring the sun and kissing me with bursts of shade. The seagulls are circling. Mirrors of Nature playing in my ears with the sound of families chit chat chatter chit chat chatter. Orchids blooming in my mind. White shirt. Aqua violet memories washing left towards the sky. X Y Z. X Y Feathers bending breeze
Silver pages
Love laced letters
One heart
Reaching, soaring
Landing to rest
Two Hearts
Eggy Moon
I feel like a kid on Christmas Eve
Eeeeeeee
sink shears
slip stripe
sweet soothe
soft swoons
silk seers
in my mind forever. It's 4:00AM and the air is still. Heater off, the sound of my ears ringing filling reality. It's easier to write when the soul is squirming. I drove over 100 miles today, down two paths that once were my everyday and now are fuzzy nostalgias mid bloom, truth berries, tree sap molasses blues. To be remembered, to be loved, to hear echo reflections of a past self by miraculous wavelength theater resume , for a fraction of a second, into being. Can diffraction produce replicas? Unlikely. But possible. Hearth fires burning quietly behind closed doors melting snow all around me
七個太陽
兩個月
一個天
我跟妳去
