Saturday, March 28, 2015


Melting in
These needs are systemic
I want to be covered in Southwest dust
And New Mexican wind.
There is no alone
In that mauve hue
Imbuing every inch, of
Cathartic rule.
Plains that slam into sand;
That slam into mountain;
That slam into sky;
I belong to that notion
Where land and being
Draw no lines.

This 'now' is righteous
Lived in honor of 'must'
In order to float further
When the time comes...
Away from the drum of engines, and
Into the hum of choices
That beckon without expectation

To this future-
I am

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