dawn dust

what animals sweep through the brush at this
what manics awake at their lights or their lust?
spartacus will see me thinking moving away
and will call to the morning like he knows only

everything is in its list
waits for its opportune time
brooding like the coming fourth:
the shower bleeds me dry

i howl at the moon
nesting grimm in her majestic vanity
fuck you
i lie alone

the sparks shimmer ferment
and scribbling i we whoever this is
stumbles through the illusion
like a adrenalined ballerina

strangers find me
save me save you
remind me there is no save to rescue
it will fall away; it will fall away

i have been awake for too long
asleep for too long
the sides of my eyes burn with kohl
let me drift

aye

why do i want to call, to connect, looking for something in you.not wanted to drain you of your wonder offering but now, at this time, feeling a swirling of yuck
this is the feeling that haunts
that simmers, broods in its second coming
like a black west of last light (thank you g.m.hopkins)

maybe it is a break i need
nothing i need
myself i need
what really needs to change
to evolve
and why
fuck
why

and when isnt it
what is happening that it doesnt exist sometimes
how to be there
or be simply ok not being there
the drain, the drop

i am trying to snap out of it
just to be
yay it is all ok
and then i catch myself snapping
reacting to something too quickly
too rashly

i wouldnt otherwise
would i ?

thank you for the board
that all it is

no need to absorb
please dont absorb
please erase this message as soon as the words are passed over
letting their semantics brush over like an egg laying wash

i havent written, to you i write
i write in the poop log, or draw
nothing else comes
like your music famine
nothing
and in this space of creative nothingnes
i feel least myself
little myself
i cannot express but am simply reacting to the moment
what needs to be done
in the best way i can

the forest is good for me
bad for me
for me
for everyone

and it will sink in in a decade
if i am still a faryn then
and

uni-verse:one-song

to be in this space
the choice to choose
to the sacred space
all sounds a part of the orchestra
to use the art as the vibrant cascading of divine breath
and i am that
with amnesia
forgotten to remember
to have the carnal primal ache
of sprite
sprouted from the size
inoculated
spiral

what is the plan
hear
be my mirror
my eyes to my soul
sole
allone
as feet walked
barefoot
barefeet
on a sand, warm grain and vast

the ness
of forgive
the tion
of evolve
the ing
of remember

is
i in this
allude illusion

watch the breeze
breath
of the song of one
exploded

happy happening happenstance