Gently down the stream

    I spy another world…and another…….and another beyond this one of luminous beast and check pointed illusion here is captured light spawning vociferous chatter adorning high ceilings with natural drama now dropping into our cave we journey unarmed but for our fearful weapons our brightly decorated, flaccid spears hollow controversial elements reflect internal wars and

let me be smoke

I am smoke folding ribbons of disappearing me smoulder I in curls that rise and dance a geometry of truth a Pollock mathematics that defies imagination works magic in the fleshly air if you can find space i worship you if you can prick density you are my god Let me be smoke for touching