turning minutes into moments in the morning the poem opens. this lingering purpose is a song with a known chorus. I'm signaling home from a drone in the old circus and co-mingling bone with souls that have grown nervous. forgive me the bedlam I let develop in the bedroom. it was isolated transformation contemplating the tremendum. I'm sliding my fingers between the fleshy underbelly of a fishy situation and a land of wonder jelly. these days are more lizards and gizzards than blizzards and warfare. you could say the missiles were positioned and I'd say thay I won't care. kaleidoscope notes got me bent on duality. I'm manifesting imaginary magical realities impenetrable to defenders of an old and dying galaxy who wish to see me bludgeoned with a dull and dirty fallacy. light, light, dark, light, dark, dark, light. it was me inside the mirror turning off and on the night. dark, dark, light, dark, light, light, dark. it was you outside with fear and a monster's hand to walk. and in this balance every moon moved through me, exposing the loudest silence of the ugliest beauty.

I'm no telephony guy I push infinity rods entangle light and sit and wright and trip on riverbed floors - 'til I fucked up and got lost then found my way like a boss and in that moment realized what the mushroom had intended this for - she said; "get back to the source, you aint so soft, you're hardcore but if you're gonna hold the light then that's what deep breathing's for." [...] and then the river went calm and she extended her palm and I became the withered sentiment of the sediment's psalm. the diasporic embalming, this tour is always evolving and when it fails become the nail in the harmonic enlightening. I boiled lavender envy and sniffed it out of the neti and held the hand of my yeti until my psyche was ready to reconcile the pretending, this archetypical rendering is the result of defending all of this ego in frenzy, when it's more about the surrendering. heart broken, heart open is the same orphan unspoken and in the morning we morph into the glowing and groaning and all the growing and owning, floating, twisting, uproaring channeling in a greater devotion to a more meaningful moment.

cuts on my feet, sharks in the sand cilantro in my teeth, heart fulla plans live at the beach, jar in the bag sun in the lens, sky made of glass sitting lotus with the honus and a pirouetting purpose pacific porpoise pique the surface and I wonder what this Earth is all these bipedal creatures have gone viral and who let em softly smile in denial and turn away from the tremendum truthfully, I tried to ascribe a youthful dream and summon up the whimsy of all these wild moving things with the ocean hanging open like a lonely empty planet I'm drawn to indecisions, insecurities and damnits are all these waves and battleships greetings or departures? I've seen Saturn's saddled bits in the Newtonian archer and as Adam in the garden eating apples with his best friend I pluck forbidden fungus and discuss who must've left them please - do not invite dis ease to my ohana I'm orchestrating farms of well-intended rebel armor I'm dissolving every boundary as these instruments are thought of I'm growing distant voices with delicate implements and water terra forming, terror farming and the trembling terra firma the ground beneath the bending flora fawna rushing over as the wind and waning water lava flow up like the aura pouring distant diaspora down the raining grey tomorrow draining all this sorrow through the pain and guttered cargo scattered ego winged embargo with the past prevents the passengers from passing through the pasture where we rupture the disaster and balance the hereafter with the felt and present now. and all of this brutal love as magic breaks my heart open to release the white rabbit of my leaping potential. I'm sailing windward, stopped between this mountain and an ocean the whales beneath and chicken's feet remind my heart's devotion with palms rising as the distant moon and peak I stand as one with others under stars and grassy feet to reconnect the introspective tongue and native hum and redirect the conversation from the slums up to the sun birds are barn'd and wings are clipped before they learn to fly save this and ponder what's been clipped and ripped from you and I I swear I saw a purpose covered in volcanic ash I swear to all your gods the veneer is fading fast I swear to every breath and all your lonely wonder why's I swear to soar where every lore bore holes inside the sky I’m spinning through the twisting everlasting moving with the shifting of masked things noosed by the ocean's moon-dancing soothed by the same truth that damns me these insecurities got nowhere to run to I got time on my hands like clocks crumpled I threw the struggle into the duffel and thumbed uphill then fell in love with the heartbreak of the trouble and it trembles and I tremble at the longing and I revel yet I'm still empty in the morning and it swells like it smells right before the rain fell and I swear I heard heaven in the pouring now all these angels like ghosts show up mourning little orphans in warpaint and warnings hurling dolphins at coffins in a return to the orbit that sent quarks and quartz out exploring you think the ocean gets lonely for morning? you think the crashing has something to say? all vulnerable and distant and open, a mouth agape with a poem made to stray.