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How quick in this yellow burst
a thought turns taste, turns touch.
Magnetized or severed.
A pole brings these bodies heat.
Trees to vibe the eternity of mind.
Closed or open eyes.
Still. So still. But swaying.
Breath. what Breath!
Curtains drawn.
Exposé in deep sweet hay.

Surrounded in blonde straw and blue sky,
overcome with illustrious smells.
Beckoned into each moment.
Carefree. But paused.
Rolling and sunk in 

with the beetles and spiders.
Surpassed and passing all previous selves.
Progressed and pretty
all in a heap.
Swinging in the light.
My pleasant force for this present time.

Ripping layers of sticky roots.
each blade a painless tear through fuchsia.
A shown shroud.
Flashing through endless moments.
Twisted thoughts searching for anchors.
My sea wind hair blessed with sweet sweat and cedar necks
and wings rhythmic beat
of true flutter-bys of those butterflies.

In deep and pure,
laughing skin - a fragrant touch.
Pleased to be healed.
Free to be free.
Desires known above
to be wrought in the dirt.
Stretched and pliable,
no trembles of the bugs.
We crawl in unison
Turning in our own cavern;
a sea of vibrant forest peaks.
Which hollow to find?
But this one is right!
Wrong, who can tell.

Sheltered stories left behind.
Each own rise and fall
and force and call
a pregnant gift to the altar of life.
Meaning and grief,
shaking ecstasy but brief.
Jocund terror in stride
Horror abounding, stinging inside.
Fecal disease
and death and decay.
Haunting ends
and restless dismay
the passing on from brethren concealed.
Who but us to yield?

Sweet breath of hearts take me to stay!
Show me more beneath the hay.
Past roots and warm soil,
stirring coloured soups and vibrant toil.
Secrets shining in the deep
overwhelmed awakened sleep;
but calling in this chasm steep
not a voice to hear my weep.
Finding fast, and all consumed
Jewels bound in hidden rooms.
Once upon my hearts wrought-iron gate,
I can start my sweet escape.
Well below that sun and sky,
tethered to this first goodbye.
Each foot and grip, and slip, and hold,
still shocking frost, of earths wet cold.
A plunge, or twist, or flicking step,
dizzying winds to trip in depth.