It’s my lingering svasti
Draped over my bare shoulders
As I sweep the streets
Unconsciously rambling
I don’t keep you for myself
I don’t hide you in my arms
You don’t reply to my encroaches
We become inanimate
But, like disaster’s calming exit
Left is my aching soul
Hunger for time, and more time
To reap and to sew; good (su)
It’s been a long time since I woke from death
Layered with unconquered thoughts
Buttoned up with snaps to strip me bare
Visions and nature quests
Visions and serpents
Visions of the omnipresent
Gathering ’round natures ripest tree
You float with me
Like smooth wine through luxury
Shaking off cobwebs with fine tipped pens
Rummaging deep into a shallow purse
And throwing about glitter
Like momma ain’t got no worries
So, I’ve lost my excuses
I ate them with magic mushrooms
Wrapped in fantasy’s glow
Ecstasy, running free like bombs
Like bombs that ring in my ears telling me to stop