my pockets and go
for a swim in that deep river.
The sun casting shadows through the trees extremities –
those crooked arms and hands wet, yet still dry – twirling my hair – I sink into forever.
and then come the dreams -so effortless and fluvial! My flesh floats away with my tongue and my eyes – my heart and my soul dance in the current –
forever singing songs for the lives that mourn upon the banks – meditating on the elixir of that which keeps them walking on dry land.
I want them to taste my love in their parched throats – fill their veins with revived hopes and courage –
Fighting for the river and fighting for the trees –
I quench them with revolution.
Flow through desire.
We sing songs
But he doesn’t see
The contradictions in his eyes.
There has to be a way to break this grim paradox
and release the minds of those enslaved to the world we have created for enslavement.
Nature is screaming desperation floods upon the concrete slabs that have stolen the surface of her skin for unconsented pleasured waste.
Destruction in its masculine frame walks her surface and forgets to hide its crooked smile while it plants the seeds for the poisoned apple trees.
I look to him as though he has some magic key and he wants me to unlock the door
Because he carries the truth like a wheeled wooden board –
the paradox in his two hands
And nature told me
nature dips her fingertips into this fragile heart
awakened by cries of something dying beyond realms of corporeal reality
the mind struggles to find the truth rewritten by a thousand lost souls in a world that seems to be destined for its own bitter destruction
within the walls of knowledge lies those secrets that were never hidden – wrapped in so much back and forth that children forgot the names of their mother’s mothers and of their father’s countless victims passing onto another
generation of coffins that have been built and stored in warehouses– but there is no longer space in the ground to bury tomorrow’s dead
the sun does not shine in this new abstract reality where we found our safe escape
it drinks our honeyed souls and we lost our will to see
trees only grow outside in nature
we live lost within