Drunken spiders laughing

Light swirls through layers of transparency

Bending time and space into colors and tastes beyond the known and unknown

Staggering fragility and strength blossom in

Spheres of space within space

They whirl and sing,

Boomerang through their own orbits

Never resting

Always at rest

.

Ascending into a whirlpool of dreams

I fall into the spiraling

This Exquisite intoxication

Soaring through the belly of sky

Breathing

Looking up through sky at the sun

Looking down through the earth

My body is deep ocean rhythms infused with wind and transparency

What secrets are wrapped in these fragile sky wings holding and unfolding your heart?

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Where are the words in this sunset

Under the fingerprint of the coming night

Outside the paintbrush of time

Colors bleed through the page

Nothing is captured in this dance

Not even ghosts

Picking the lock of thought unleashes echoes

A wandering heartbeat dancing to its own rhythms

The rawness of the momentary

Bursts

Through the suffocation of words

And lays bare the bones the flesh the skin and the glittering costume

All of a piece with and without definition

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Moon slowly rises above the horizon

It floats in our ocean as

We float in its

…

Where are we

Where we ever

Are we ever

Or never

My world spins and I spin with it

moments of floating

Merge

Confusion ebbs and flows

My hands look older

As they spin webs of thought

And feeling

Drunken spiders laughing

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Filagree shadows kiss the sidewalk

Feathering rainbow hues through my eyes

Breeze kisses falling blossoms

…butterflies

Softly

Falling

Rising

Falling

Rising

Falling

Falling

falling

…

I was walking in the canyon yesterday and I couldn’t find my shadow. Later it appeared in front of me, and sometimes it danced through me to one side or the other. Coming back down it seemed to follow me, but it was unclear who was leading. I like to dance with it on the red canyon walls some days, an arabesque of dark red spinning through my arms, the river is our music and the wind,,,, well the wind blows us into the slow pirouette of love we never left.