‘Chaos’
A
dot,
to a line.
to lines that
bend and unwind.
waves are unfolding,
breaking and rolling,
“where am i going?”
Is it echo I hear,
when a shell
is held to
the edge
of my
ear?
“Pink Clouds”
Sink below surface,
and lose sight of purpose.
Murky and muddy,
Waves distorted above me.
The empty air,
It’s fucking cold,
When you transcend those
Folds that had a hold
Of your ankles for some time.
I can’t say
How long it’s been.
When you’re submerged,
The line with which
You connect time
Is dashed,
It’s broken,
It’s bent.
Reflection is frozen now.
Pink clouds,
Descending down,
Remind me why
I chose to drown.
“July”
She shared Medicine on the way to Red Lodge.
I could have made it up blind because her eyes were wide enough for the both of us.
She saw the way the river rolled
over the bright green algae,
like a lizard’s eye, looking back at us.
I had to capture with a camera but she was ok with leaving beauty where it was born.
Most people don’t know, how much you can say with your mouth closed.
She knew, so the buzz in my belly could only be seen in the bumblebee’s wings, and I fell outside of my head and I followed her lead.
She said,
“Do you ever feel like you could walk forever?” and I said, “Yes.”
Work it! (this is why I never get my homework done)
Had to throw a filter on this one to make the Web stand out a bit
Vines are so crazy
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