hoping
for a high efficiency humanity under a perigee Moon
used
to be water was a cradle everywhere
we
could find faith in the marsh tides
in
the reeds, in ourselves when we bleed
but
these days, with population a scourge
the
rain is urged in the carve of blast sand
and
the certainty of hollowness where
our holiness is how we are settling for less
ringing
bells on corners with kettles
to
bless us with pocket change and crumbs
the
bone paraded harmonies of technology
can
drain the reach of clouds grounding the electricity
into
our roots, we are just like trees
in
the ways we shed ourselves for the Sun
climbing
vines to station the crossroads
with
narrowed choices for fitting in between
the
cracks of concrete and the rich loam
beneath
our footprints
choices
seem to be made
tossing
a two-headed coin of Damocles
do
what we please, not knowing
the
ease of chanced free
so
I choose tails every time
it's
not just because I love
the
nurturing shape
and
feel of the way
a
woman's ass blooms desire in me
no,
it's because
even
though two heads are better than one
I
just want to saddle-ride in style
past
the steel and glass neon world
tumbling
fast with the kelp sway rhythm of wind
past
how at last I slow down when singing
one
moment holding hope for a forever
when
I am moaning your name
in
the grass looking to climb
your
Moon too
EJR
©
Just....wow
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