After the
elective execution...
Misty diamonds cascade
over shadows before me...
Time to go a wandering,
Catch a bus and brave the crowd...
I was worried.
A deviant had lost the shape...
a silence noontime.
hummingbird's exquisite voice...
We are up
Against a storm which shows no mercy...
Often,
I will return to myself...
My little astral tree
dig your roots of light...
The nectar,
coming from nowhere...
It was oneness,
which brought my poetry...
I don't find words.
Words will find me crying...
Unlocking,
the silver knife...