absorbent heart

your values aren’t right for this age or memory color line. globes of the Sea survive revelation as the Moon reflects its own interior revolver. I live as a condemned callused body under salt water sand, far from your destructions. where are the people of the lost (shut out the hate) arc, in a service (love so remote) to more water? worn eclipse of a human emergence, foils of the barricade a face speaks from isomorphic ferns lines of sacrifice burn the god of a naked mammal I am the Loon “the silence of our beautiful consciousness” “in love with everything you make it impossible to be myself in this place. where can I go?” – Baraka attentive score for the core of death: black, red, and white as I wake an expansive heart absorbs all the evil a veil of the world and cancels the Loon’s empty submergence for more of the deep currents of the light’s darkest refuge. I am the Loon I hunt with blood in my eyes I wander in the morning and float above the wound fish of the spirits