brine silhouetted neocortex shapes water takes falling...

photo by Edward Rinaldi

il nuovo anno versando la meditazione

I use shallows to dig in thin slices

I breathe just deep enough to stay alive

I am orphaned from my cycle root finger valences

I am merely emptying what I don’t steal for keeps

I am sleight of hand legerdemain

I am a vein of reckless plunge

I am fill to foal expository light show

I am why languages are great yokes

I am the harnessing and the lusting after

I am the biter and the bitten

I write

I orate

I poem

in tides

I spill until spent until

I have become

just

the wet sand

of a soul

in search

of bones,

skin and

portal entry

into the gleam

and aloof divinity

of what I know can be

a love for my humanity

EJR ©