hold my space break their
addiction to pushing past
no! i hold that right.
part by part i march
forward is a returning
to myself to love
to choose to learn to
grow and build with broken parts
we come together.
generations of
human bodies used as tools
to build-maintain the
power greed fear hate
industries turned us to cogs
remove myself of
all the ways they bound
our bodies tighter without
air to think dream speak
[can i remember myself in the first moments of life untouched by learned patters?]
[focus my intentions - hone my tool - stop the scattered mania which keeps me stagnant]
white snow drops queen anne’s
lace crocus daisy reminds
me its not her lace
its her queen’s shroud of
dignity shared gifts giving
not for defending.
FOR
grass grows taller and
upsi shrinks smaller into
dirt swirl lush cycle
WITNESS-HONOR-NATURE
night fox she trotted
toward floating upsi rolls through
may rain soaks our coats
night sky breaks moon takes
stage curtained by velvet fog
berlin crescendo