I know where the words went ! -- oh,
they were lost in
not enough time
Spent Alone,
too little Timelessness --
they dissolved into
schedules, stimulus & strategies
-- nothing to do with
inhale, exhale
or
creative sap
running dry...
making love
might bring them back.
hibernation, contemplation, full moon dreaming
... yes.
It's the shape & sound
of a warm bed with an
old lover
this autumnal, transitional air
yes -- it smells like the majick I remember --
except --
I am All Here.
No smoke,
no mirrors
I still find myself in desire
but I see it, quickly,
easily.
Visions -- Capital "V" Visions
can ride on the back of me,
for sure --
it's City Energy
in the dead still
of small town / middle of nowhere
this time, I will
Not Abort --
visions can and will and MUST
Descend to Earth.
This I promise You:
We Will.
Space will be carved out /
The most important thing
done first.