turn around
follow dark thick cord to the origin, deep in the fire. the forest burns, uncontrollable, unstoppable, a thick rich inferno. some fires seem weak, seem to beg for fuel, for oxygen, for heat. some fires are easily drowned with water or earth. this fire is not weak or small. this fire eats and breaths your dreams of cool breezes and rushing rivers and downpours. this fire
does not wait
for day
this fire takes the night
Sep 3, 2012
Aug 13, 2012
down we go
sleep, sleep,
she slides into a dream
sideways
down on hot pavement, through a cracked window, to clean air, bright sun, a cool breeze. over a bridge and through the city, up into deep dark and misty forests, sloshing like water in a bowl. icicles leave you empty, but warm.
dark shadows
collect
dark shadows pile, thin layers of doubt
dark shadows pile, sediment makes stone, makes heavy earth rich with humus
where will your seeds grow? when their true leaves push forth, where will they find light? will their roots slide down? will their flowers open freely and with hope?
she slides into a dream
sideways
down on hot pavement, through a cracked window, to clean air, bright sun, a cool breeze. over a bridge and through the city, up into deep dark and misty forests, sloshing like water in a bowl. icicles leave you empty, but warm.
dark shadows
collect
dark shadows pile, thin layers of doubt
dark shadows pile, sediment makes stone, makes heavy earth rich with humus
where will your seeds grow? when their true leaves push forth, where will they find light? will their roots slide down? will their flowers open freely and with hope?
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