Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky.
Written in Romy’s 50th year. “Memories bleed through the day that i see as I turn in shallows wandering,
Now I can see my portrait in a corner, in the dust and mother’s voice from her fortress is withering
the experience, the voice of the third eye… peel away the fetter blow away the tether pump and turn forever
“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones