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Dewdrops drizzling,

For a dearest undeserved,

A dreary, dust-filled day.

An ocean wave for all to see,

But, really, it’s just love to me,

A soul cold and uncaressed,

Warming war with water.

Dopamine, do be mine,

Don’t be mean, do re mi,

To flowers inflamed,

In infamous “fuzz,”

Furiously forgetting,

Evacuate.

Erupt.

Eviscerate.

All and none,

Can’t be done.

Will this be a cage eternal?

Hath the byrd wings unbounded?

Is anything known at all?

Vertigo -

Invertebrate.

Can this burned snakeskin shed?

So many questions,

With tenfold the answers,

Snowflakes

And silk scales

Painting the skies

The same hue as these tears.

Step by step,

Descending,

(Or rising?)

In circular motion,

Coils uncoiling.

Can the soft hymn of the air,

The dancing of the waterfalls,

Ignite these chromatic petals,

And burst

That’s enticing.

I’d like to see your blood bleed if not boil.

A venom in me that’s poised to spit,

Is it for you or for me?

Nevertheless,

If you project this descent,

I sure as hell am pulling you down with me.

running from running itself

spinning on the same subjects,

The bow and gassho intricately linked,

With no resistance to be met,

Free of judgment,

Free of attachment,

Just the Bodhisattva in all of her forms.

She remains equanimous,

With earnest embrace

Of the precisely painted,

Spritely splattered,

And accidental

Situations or events

Drawn onto her canvas.

Sharing encouragement and wisdom,

Conjuring confidence and care in her compassion,

Her words and presence hearten

For a deeper practice.

And oh, that joy of her’s,

How it radiates like the sun,

An inherent effervescence

That has been and always will be

A refuge of its own.

I have yet to experience

A moment together

Without witnessing her warmth -

The gift of a glowing, gracious grin,

Delighting in nothing

But this present moment.

As this Buddha herself once shared,

“People say I’m smiling all the time.

Or is that too charitable?

Hot heat, trembling tears,

Silent, violent, dividant, contrived in.

Is each step grounding?

Or brewing the bear?

Throat thrashing, mind clashing,

Byrdsongs unheard, hymns of fester.

Furrowed in the deep,

A desire to weep,

Nothing solid to keep,

Can this be kept from me?

The numbing, the distractions,

Oh how they are longed for!

A gaze from the audience:

Immovable tranquility.

Third eye gleaning outward?

Hellscapes.

A fork, a trident,

Thrusted, entrenched,

Reliving,

Again and again,

Until carmine sheets bleed white.

Dancing amidst crimson-ivory flames,

Claws clasping,

To the memories,

To the sky,

Because I’m your girlfriend.

You’re the only person in the world who absolutely needs to get my name right…

And to add insult to injury,

You called me an exes’ name,

One you got gifts for and slept with after breaking up,

Twice.

From the arising of this comes the arising of that.

When this isn't, that isn't.

Caves within the depths,

Sinking, sinking, sinking,

Heavier into the abyss.

Can I feel the waves?

The cairns in the dark?

The faint foliage of frost?

The curvature of the crevices,

The spine of the slits?

A galaxy in my fingertips,

Trembling, awed,

An offering held thrice,

Sirens abound?

Yes I can feel the waves.

They have always been here for me,

Holding me, caressing me, loving me,

to sublimate all of my

Electricty stirring, With brain cells hurling, Creatine corpse curling, From all the hurting, Shh darling dove babe, It's just another day.

Chemicals and hormones, Separation, feeling alone, The sentiment of no home, This present must be atoned, Shh darling dove babe, It's just another day.

A virtual voice, The abundance of choice, The void, a universe, Devoid, a boon and curse, Shh darling dove babe, It's just another day.

Coil me, recoil me, Lights and wheels through rain, Eyes watching in vein, Delusions: inexhaustible. Fantasy though? Laudable. Shh darling dove babe, It's just another day.

anything to lift the fog.