poem: sis + boom + baa 4:2

just to warn you
things might get a little far out


i've pulled
the desert blanket

over my eyes

i'm sitting on the ocean floor of pre-historic imagining
by the fire
with the milky way swirling like tracers above my head

the truth is projecting like a light show
across the white of my t-shirt
the whites of my eyes
the purity of my soul
and
it's now now now always now
there is no other time

there is no
reclamation of soul
retrieval
nails through the heart rusty and singing
with the blood of the cure

my flower guides are not enough
and i take a sip of agave power water
watch me burn
the flames
licking
peeling
blackening
the whiteness
releasing the smoldering essence of the void

wow, really sis