the missed spaces, the missed places, the missed times, the missed rhymes, the missed persons I could have been or will be, the fear that restricts me, the choices that elate me, the food that prolongs, the life that kills and opens and winds up and scares and tears and screws, inspires and heightens and pitches and rolls and drowns and crowns and takes hold of and molds and breaks and pours into and empties and burns.

and here we steal away together

16.2.19-1.3.19 ∆the living

can’t go for beasts hands

too strong too many fingers

engage kunts power

don’t need permission

to use this body set free

possibilities

four faceless garbed

bodies form a resistance

summon the silenced

accept the journey

as a process toward a pause

choose next process

move into wonder

trust trust will hold me until

i can trust myself

don’t know what i am

here to share walk path stand still

new ways of begin

sap seeping from trunk

two by two sapling leaves push

blood down moon pulls us

past the old beehive

to a dug out foundation

let the dead parts go

three intertwined trunks

red beetles bloom from its base

crocus from its roots

let hate’s hand go through

pain is peace I do exist

beyond broken parts

waning moon slow pull

blood gathers at vesel’s lip

open snow drops bloom

bird calls multiply

respect life everywhere life

appears everywhere

flourishes in my

assuming my place in

nature not above

sun pulls bud open

symphony of bees arrive

diverse harmonies

my body was one

employed in a war against

body’s sovereignty

enough is enough

disarm the self hate puts down

weapon of self harm

as material

values are dissolved my

desire is revealed

to align with my

needs of each body will be

respected. enough.

emulate graceful

movement’s potential to be

peaceful. a choice.

snow drops quiver with

march freeze thaw of earth spins

look to sunset moonrise

found my tribe as i

found myself so i would be

strong enough. choose peace.

3.3.19-8.2.19 ∆decay>new growth offering

∆around the end-beginning-solstice-blood-eclipse>for dave xx