it comes from a place far
inside your heartache and
mustache of societies illegal bends
are sporadic against my barley breathing
chest. back to that place i
encouraged the dust to blind my eyes
and the mystical bath of superficial
beliefs that set goals for my indigo skies;
magik continuity in each strand of
whimsical hair-like winds.
your wisdom abides the florescent
path my limbs fall fearless to.
they say i cant see clearly
but clarity came through that
dark path i found you at the end of.
summer rains and raining and rain
and the rained on escorts along my spine
pray with my souls' feet and run with
my confident, no longer stagnant
neck. my neck reaches far beyond
those poems your eyes your planet
your evolution brought me.
i declare war on my indigenous
vertigo thoughts that live behind
the last memory of us;
i no longer am your slave.
I declare an apocalypse on truth's
thrust against our skin upon
our veins and inside our bloody
dance. soul dance that
finally hears the music without
the noise.
