Spit it, Spirit

welcome to the spiritual dimension of a heathen,
To the soil I say hello

And to the wind - and the dry frost swirling -
I am weightless in sound energy - for in the air I blow

And scalding tears awaken me, my consciousness replanted,
like a spark within a deformed seed, cracked yet still enchanted.

Hear me heathens; here’s

An ode to all the sweet revelry; to laughter and my lover:
I bid a portrait of a heaven to believe in you and no other

Seeking the brightness to keep me alive
Singing a chora until the day we all die.

I've found the brilliance I sought to find
A permanence of grand harmony derived..

Remind me now of illness and goodness

colliding in duality

Beauty in totality.

Reviews

[just is]

such an intriguing piece and interesting. Enjoyed

[Tai Ryens]

Such an intricate poem that must have took a long time of contemplation to create. Amazing use of everything here, vocabulary, structure, meaning, all of it amazes me. Well done indeed, keep it up!