Intuition provides all the sense one could need to go somersaulting
Into a circumstance beyond your wildest dreams.
A sudden trip to Shakespeare’s Globe,
A drum circle on the bank of the Thames lit up by fire-spinners,
An explosive street fight between gangs of different sweatshirt colors.
And that’s just one night of being tapped into the flow, with as many more to come as I have beats in my heart.
You are not your body. You are you, an essence that merely inhabits your flesh and blood form. Just as you can inhabit your body, you can dwell in the Nimbus Trees. It’s our gift as the Phrumer Lasandra, we are the storms personified.”
“We made like angels in the knee-deep fields,
Looking up in the stark blue sky with a mountainous halo of red petals encircling,”
Smoke billows from the incense like dog fur growing,
The diamonds and four-sided stars putter and cough,
As a swirling gale from five feet away comes to snatch the fur in a circling whirlwind.
It hangs in the air and sticks to the wind like glue,
Giving it a definition I never thought of.
I’m stretching my 110 percent With broken parts and missing pieces. But it’s okay, I play on repeat. The lazy … More
I’ve traded my treats for the hilltop bungalow,
“Coated in amber, bleeding mauve through the cracks
Of a broken glass sunset.”
“I saw dreams unfurl to me in consciousness,
Billowing sheets of celluloid texture oscillating off-center from my vision,
In deep pomegranate magentas.”
“The tectonic plates of our faces will change again, the cascading waves at the top of our pores
Will ring opalescent in shifting beauty obscured by bright eyes.”
“I’ve estranged sleep, like the friends I lost and loved.
My weathered body has perforated itself
Into the shapes of the things I want to create.”