...around the rock

riding above the mystic-painted sky,

caught a glimpse of pure magic

morning at the gate. behold, the sun rose

on south tower views from Hawk Hill.

emerging from a sea of fog, sweet Eris

measures blueness on her cyanometer.

behold the sun blue water remembers!

divine Idalia tangles in entanglements’ fever,

eureka…

crown of fire around her head,

she is wild, a tangled forest of treasures.

she is a temple of divine feminine glory.

no one told her, aging is one grand

transformation, a fire left in bones.

no one told her, that in the time art takes 

culture hurries witness to manly evils.

in the dust of tonic immobility, firing

gunshots at all that unleashed potential,

musky men say to produce more. produce

but it is them we need protection against.

dancing circles around the sun,

Epictetus way of life needed a pupil,

beasts of burden…

musky dirty hinoki rises from grassy fields.

corn inflorescence comes in an even number

of rows, eight to twenty-two. cob dripped in jerk,

fragrancing the ocean air floating over 

open flames with plankfish, roasting eggs in ash.

mountains driving south in the dark sky night,

truly you art damned. embers of the galaxy flash.

ill-roasted all on one side, you are cooking with fire.

severing the wholeness of opposites,

interconnected forces evolve you out of the source.

burning woman…

off-planet in hollow, blue zones may slow the clock.

cuo cuo cuckoo, pyramid cast stones used to glow.

heretics perfume the dive spiraling autour du rocher.

on memories, the grass has grown,

made love by all the oceans. just keep living

…around the rock.