Commet Cape

swimming tees tease the teething babys

no longer in birthday suits

jogged logs linger in fish ponds

red pitted blackberry avalon

and mint mind howls juicy in the tubs that made them

garden mural planter paternal renewal

and we willing knew no church pews would subdue our
subconcious

for god rode a wormwood flower and bit the potently
bitter bark

hallucinating of bean leaves replanted the stocks with
more room to walk

mural imagination

stems let levitation begin

and we were among friends

free service

serve the sun

baby bamboo

and bamboo done

we wind waving

we fuel laying

found gates un furnished

for through the furnace was fuel

made from a stool

so stand and palm ride the fire handed you to

fanned them the fluid

cobb connected the section

saw dusted the convection

oven ized the saughtered sound

of a slicing apple and supple samples

of spicy purple worms full from raddish wombs

carting toons we weavers loom

incantation cavernous fumes flailed into the

the afternoon air and we were not supressed by room

walls fall and we begin to crawl

crews scrawled the dilligently distilled

fall of the doll

we comet the call

commit to it all

comment on commitments tall

dance to the lessons the voice of ancestors have to
offer

de litigate depression

dilligently litigating all lessons

function assumption

traversed intravert

and baby reminds

with a shit up spit and hiccup squirt.

what each moment is worth

momentary movement of mollecular attunement

astonished the memory's view

and it's all new.

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Moon Seeds the source

Knife cutting through the vulgarly dull
Deepens depths of fresh meshing and melding entities
you�re feeding the seed
you�re feeding the seed
you�re feeding the seed
maintain humble mobility
to squander separation and greed

I be
living in the fog horn dayz
amazed at what we made in the maze
blessings
many blessed
letting go
and expressing
opening up
and exposing
lifting up
and parting the oceans of dust
trust the gut
it�s the purifier of all stuff
rubbing rubbish smooth
through the grit and abuse
the parenthesis reveal
truth fallen
wheels all in
circular calling
I am so happy
being content and accepting bliss
moon glides love this
half hiss twisting twilight into mist
I dream travel
then am the dream in this dream
live the dream in life
have a dream
travel
and find myself in the dream I had a week ago
travel=key
time travel = fore-see
fore see from fore sight
if sight is not to see
than what is sight for
so then future present is dream's past
and gregory had it all wrong

wonderful wonderful sun streaming in
wind blowing
window panes shaky
cloud low on mountainside turnpike in sky
blue above the fog line
and I arrived last night
after a journey in which I drove, I rode, I camped,
I volunteered
I pitch forked hay on the compost pile of a sol festival in the central oasis of the desert.
grape vines surround in a wine town
so I saw miss moon harvesting the sky line
and she showed her red for moments to notice
and we bathed in the river shallow
fast cleansed
rope hill hike
blackberry staining my dress white
and I am
and we are and it is
and we learn and we will Love,
Love live love
back words because
there is no such thing as time only moons love,

genes join through 46 strands deployed
23 molecules of floating dNA delayed
and I'm on my knees
reaming to employ prevailment
derailed the blitz
and dreams inlay sweat flips
fitting the grips of spiderwebs whisping drifts
vavoom
leave the gregorian gloom for blooming truth
serum entombed in his her story
vaults lights hit release and ring free
we see
we be catacomb catalysts
coming home with map lists
pick up your habit bent tips
and fungus distorted compasses
we all sacrifice
we all join the soul spirit
mountain vein lion fire sign sighs
and Mayan calendar deprived
we, the estados unidos inhibitors
we ,taking part in the parting of earth
molecules ashes
and its time to patch this
so hang on
you don't need your seat
we seeds are spreading wings for flight.
come come fiery fairy friend lets part roots
in departing truth and
let loose from this country�s noose
come swamp come angel
we are going on
creative music sound sorcery the source.
Now your being summoned.
on course