sequel to falling: drifting

When my thin tears
dried crusty
salt crystals on my jaw
in the eerie dawn silhouette
I saw you
back arched
across the sky
blue, green, white
smiling
as the sun whispered
a secret
from behind the horizon
so I spread my arms
out to my fingertips
and lifted my legs
and opened my toes
and just drifted,
riding the wind;
true
I was never alone.

falling

falling
falling
like the rain
back to them
into myself
hair in my face
in my mouth
whistles by my ears
wet by rain
and I fall
down
down
where
nobody will find me
in the perplexity
of my mind
alone
and trapped
descend
as
free
as
myself

another rant…

So here it is.
This is just me
waiting for that spark
to light the ignition,
for my subconscious to invade
my fingers,
for my brain to leak
flames
like gasoline
flammable oil
ethanol ethanol ethanol
and I am
just
a broken record
playing back memories
right now:
everything is past
and everything I know
is in decompose-
down down down
to the bottom of the earth-
pushed towards the core
but
yes, there is always a but,
what dies
will be made new,
and there is no use saving it.
but there is.
Because although it is inevitable-
like everything on its way
falling from the house
the crooked walls
and browning parts
peeling and rotting
What was once shiny and clean
becomes homely
becomes dirt
becomes ash
becomes dust
like us
until it gets something called
life
the one thing we cannot touch
the one thing we do not know how to create
other than being animals
and raising a wild thing
to be normal
like a shuffle of cars
lost in the daze of traffic
we forget
life
that one thing that does not decompose
we do not know where it comes from
where it cycles through
what it is a part of
and everything falls away from it
eventually
folds away in wrinkles
eventually
tears into nothing more than soil
where little lives walk along
and tendrils branch out from
through the soil
over all of the dead once-vessels,
so take in what’s left
and love it all-
that is the only thing we will have left
we are life
one part life
one part soul and fire,
creativity and heart,
divine and human,
lost and never lost,
original and the same,
we are a mix of all things love
alive and beautiful!
if known
only temporarily,
so be it.

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word dump from night

We wandered in awe
encased in the still night,
lucid in its inky darkness
and cricket chants
as we gazed at the stars,
that sheet of a sky
infinitely deep and
holding the rest of the universe
between connected shapes
of perspective lights.

We were contemplating fear,
afraid to break this
routine hush under
bare reflecting limbs
arching over our heads
around where we stored dreams.

And we knew we were worthwhile
at least to ourselves
because we could smell
the plants on our feet
we could see
the shadowed woods
we could hear
bugs and frogs
we could gather
all the dew we wished
we could learn
the pattern of the stars
we could conquer
stifled anxieties
and we could smile,
the little bits we are,
connected to all,
we mattered because
we spread peace,
we could smile.