Blowing cool
Across my jaw,
Infiltrating the
Heavy-handed humidity,
Clouds and waves of words
Birth
From white tufts of vibration;
Birth
From white tufts of vibration;
Bouncing between the tall,
Overgrown grass
Growing unfettered
And free.
Ribbons of
Butterscotch and daffodil
Set the scene
And suspend the songs of
Cicadas
Spitting forth words
Like evolutionary edicts.
Declaring us bound and sworn
By familial bonds,
Their plotted points
Corresponding
Corresponding
To the unique sequencing of
My own matrix;
My mission and existence,
Trussed with their resonance,
Is endowed with success,
Guaranteed
By the power of One.
“Speak”, they say,
“Sing.
You are the story.”
Recite revolutionary rhymes
Of the times
You wandered
And played
And stayed in the moment;
When you were the king of all things
And also,
The servant,
Fervently releasing burdens
Into the
Deceptively ordered
Creative clutch
Of our transmutational
Embrace.
Penetrate places
Disremembered
In the embers of pretense and
Surrendered
To the seductress
Named Separation.
Draw out deception,
Incite insurrection,
Illuminate pathways
In ancient directions.
Solder sprinklings
And inklings
Of sorcerous elements
On
Indigenous,
Meticulous,
Brazen intelligence
So that
Reintegration may be catalyzed
And sovereignty mined
From obscurity.
Deposit sounds in hard grounds;
The antiquated trails
Of minds
And times and
Insidious veils of illusion.
Watch confusion
Dissolve
And fall
Under the spell of
Electromagnetic embrace;
The soft force,
The source
Of all being.
Observe regulated recall
Repent,
Show deference
And dance in the light of
Transformation.
Watch it evolve
Into seeds of remembrance,
Squashing
Outdated sequences
Of subjugation
And shame
And sorrow,
Like immersive,
Hypnotic,
Neurological vines
Reaching out,
Revealing sprouts
And
Intricate fractals
Of chartreuse and lime,
Like chlorophyl snowflakes
Native to summertime.
Apply sweet verses
And lyrical charms.
Take up arms,
Sound alarms,
Dissolve the illusion
Of tyrannical harm.
Invoke ancestral rights
To speak to life
Miracles
Shrouded in shadows of the human psyche
And dormant codons.
Project the contents of your mind’s eye.
Reveal
The cyclical nature of time
Through
Verbal vignettes
And transcribed pantomimes
Of siblings
Tickling the petals of Primrose,
Engaging nature
In intricate tangos,
Carrying pollen to-and-fro,
Before resting
In salty beads
On the skin of our kin.
Spill forth plays
Of undomesticated dancers
Merging with music,
Moving and musing,
Transcendently lucid;
Conducting
Change and birth through Hertz;
A weightless assembly
Of
Undeniably
Intertwined
Sentience,
As you
Rejuvenate
Beneath the sprawling shade
Of the earliest settlers
Of your homeland.
Hold out your hand,
Feel the earth breathe;
The breeze bleed
Into chirping birds
As they herd
Luminescent particles
Undeterred
By misunderstanding.
You are standing
In everything.
