i flash my green tentacles
across
your sacral sea
and in a seated
homage
to my swollen belly,
i release all which no longer
serves my sore spirit.
once, i told my aura
to fly further
than i was
built to;
my bones collapsed and
i was
in an omniscient
trance.
where my legs became
your voice
and the air
my silent movie.
subdued;
the color of my
intentions
when
i cared about
their noise.
