Ethelene

hips roll to the left hand's caress
breath released from depth immense
sensory dep. pleasure and pain both fade
burns swiftly swept by ice
still dripping from the high

snip 4 times, pores absorbed, squares meander till we kiss and switch

i can taste the elevation on my tongue
conceptions and visualizations of the future arise

playa dust in my hair

Indonesian vegetation

new ink to graze
a different sense of flesh

creations that are steeping inside me

digesting until there is the right time and space

the dust will still linger in the nooks and crannies of my mind

concoctions forming from the bunnies they've formed in my memory

white and fluffy

like the squares and droplets

but starfished in the lake, my limbs suspended and surrendered
ultimately flowing as, the water inside me pulsates, obstructions know of no hindrance to this element

we flow around it intuitively

things only move forward

dilated apparatus, open to the patterns

the fractals and illusions

natures beautiful contusions
corona dangled in the mist
contemplations and visualizations
seem to pass me by
strokes evaporate, clouds evolve, the paintbrush of the source
reflected in the water molecules
looking down on themselves on the dock

Playa

misting through my morning drowsiness is a slowly emerging visage. a horizontal plane of beige, a matted silver coat on the theatrical faces of a strange alien animal hybrid species. a surrealists' dream, a manifestation of art in its ultimate and most transient form.

burning away habits that stew and perpetuate negativity inside of me. burning away what no longer serves, or has never served, the evolution of my highest path. i have only this chance, and every single celled organism healing its cell-f will inevitably cure an entire entity. 

the antibodies are kicking in.

21

here's to you, 21 you would have been.
these words melt before my eyes
for in this moment they ring true, just like your healing bells
but I will one day be ash like yourself.