I can hear the crows through the fog
But I can’t see them
Just the highlights of things
One cloud is glowing like the sun
Where it must be hiding
It’s not the way you look
It’s who you are inside
I overheard the grass in a whispering
Conversation to the trees
Gold bath of liquid on my face
Glass hand blown ancestral blue
Artifacts glistening like diamonds
Crystal white bowl half pieces
Laid out on the table of my mind
My want is healthy and strong
So I desire them all
To know every piece and its symbolic meaning
Layers of mist on the skin
Sprinkle a fountain of youth
Falling from above and all around
There is a keeper standing before us
Know the roles before you enter
He says plainly with his eyes
Never opening his mouth
Assess the position of mental foreplay
I am ready to engage with
Whatever psychological experience
Is about to unfold as naively as an infant
No boundaries or knowledge
For offending just open
Who is who what is what
And when goes where will soon
Be answered but first I will quench
My thirsty lips that have been blinded
By the brume with dusty vapors
As I part the curtains of reality
In the membrane of my cortex
To expose the untamed world to my
Need for shouting my deepest
Unheards my tragic left behinds
My gnashing pearls for teeth that
Need to speak the unspoken beautifully
Emptying out the heart
Let it drain onto the floor
Clean the mess up later
Allow the infrastructure to be
Rearranged and feel the peace
Of not knowing grab hold of this for
The universe upholds no human time
A clock unwinds
© GÄ
Poétique 