The need is great
No one will take pity it's not what now requires. Just
go through the desert-stream until we find this soul-craving

Feed on tusks of animal bones
as trees sip nectar from wounds of broken earth
following the ripened sun's arm, holding-fast the tree branch
wrapped in its curl like a kitten-ball cradling up to its breast

Corner gargoyles eat fresh with every step
watching mortals dream and play in the collective
nests of honeycomb made of concrete and steel
as civilization becomes like caverns of black

When infinity reaches it's season we fall back to nostalgia
inner moments pass like dreams as we enter subtle dawn
It's the faint pinks and the royal blues as magenta skies
tower while rain fall fills their empty

We bleed drops from life like drips crawl from facets
as we watch eager survival fill our mundane with surrender
Trivial quests drive-us in refined forests of thick and green
More of the sleep-wake-up repeat error messages

Slow syrup moves like thick-batter to facades as empires-lead
Rebellions trampling through lands in conquests to wage war
all for means of tasting ownership and kingdom sweet as
seduction entices the governing passages into sensual

More than life's daily we move from surviving to seeking
The way foliage unfurls to reach humanity apart the darkness
The empty of our viscera becomes like a soul-craving

This need makes-us unlike ground urchins or forest dwellers
We meet the art of completion in the perfection that surrounds
It's the dust of our atoms that birth the stars we reach

It's the landscape of forever we follow like cascades melting
A mirror of liquid-mental reciprocating form as it molds
The familiar structure recognized as we rise to our own face.

01/06/2010

Posted on 01/07/2010
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