Embracing the world with positive creativity since Sept 2007.
My mind is a needle scratching the sky,
which bleeds a shadow of a sigh, reply.
Ascending a summit into tension,
as only no more than this extension.
A gradient entropy becoming,
pressure decreasing, oxygen burning,
where in flickering hallucination
imaginals blend cohabitation.
& then beneath, the cascade of molten
rock in descent, the grind gritting sandstone
in murky granite splintering crystal
Into rubble and decay & dark cool
of the forest closing the light down,
to open in another human town.