or else its madness and rambling and then again its madness and rambling .
its a matter of us ready to be ourselves, we ready to be us. and theres a long way to go, having spent the last six years doing burnouts on a dead end. both of us. and were finally pioneers. lets give eachother covered wagons and ride off into the sunset. hickoryforge and the greenhouse, morning thunder and proudbelly, R. and O., luminous and vital from the alembic into the well.
so when theres some songkissing and i cry its only the light on most true and tender self as i have never known exposed from the crack of the cast it was crucial and evolutionary and absolutely essential. for us it was bone on bone from the get-go. with the break came the time and the space and let Love in between us, a comet, a door briefly blown open and it doesnt hurt anymore. this tender of flesh is feeling of removing a cast, gifts of wind and sun and water and palms and soles on the sand of the planet and whatever happened turned the glass into sand.
a cool bright day i fashion hearts and stars, i thread these beads of thought and bring them home from school.
dont deny anymore that youre magick. how people should feel i am only now beginning to understand.Great Teacher i am ready.