talk about it

self

then there must be change

 

dug with John’s hammer under levels of red crust

of creation to meet up for a sojourn where space is enough to occupy

then thangs gotta change

desperately as a love destined to live with the ravages of

a far reaching memory…back through decades

ones he been chasing and running from in unison

not knowing when he stops where he is supposed to stand

this one sidedness that wants to come creeping from inner tide

 I rebuke cause of wishes not to interpret

hopelessly able with a brain more than a trifle intelligent than plausible

 

and so it’s got to transform

transcend …until shape shifting and bending

I’m a contortionist or a chameleon

flexing and stretching and peaceful

praying and centering

as I am the one fusing from disturbance to sanity

disgust to acceptance

abhorrence to love

from denial to cognizance from child to woman

to woman from teed moisture and sand

to woman

to woman

to woman