Tumbleweed, blessed milk thistle

Just to know that it’s there.
Helpless, in hindrance.
How attached are we.
It’s always a dim light,
wooden form,
a firedance,
moonshine,
tasting sweet like velvet advice.
At least he recognizes
a tarnished word.
Blood sea ocean shine.

I am grateful for you.
A red light
moving on.
Dear insight,
I’m softening
Milk spilling.
I fall back too.
What I want is ocean waves
waving bye.
Help is coming.

Whelping wind,
broken streams,
God’s favorite.
Can’t help it.

3 orange diamonds.
I’m not alone in this.
I bought my own emerald,
I didn’t buy my bag.
Wolf peak mountain top,
I hear you between violin strings.
I can’t translate it all.
It’s an
open book,
and I have nothing
to say when it says no.

I always come back to love.
Totality, eclipse.
Opening Notes,
collarbones.
My hand brushing
a thousand beads.
A cluster of mangoes
between music notes.
A deepening red purple violet hue.

It’s so cold.

temperament swing.

open clock.
Little tilts to big push.
I’m never lost.
Sunrise talks back.
It’s light to dark in the trees,
and I look for cracks.
Stop playing God, yellow light.
I know better.
What’s the question?

To be confused is a privilege.
To crawl on all fours,
less than a version of me.
Stop being corny, you old bee.
It’s the suggestion of knowing.
Do you hear me in a bass line.
Brass section, brass knuckles.
It’s nothing I can do.

Billionaire baby, blessed blood.
It’s nothing I can do.
I’m shedding raw skin,
molting lava,
bolt-in lamb.
Never proving myself.