verbose extemporaneous

the central column, spinal or

präna breathing fully hollowed; crawling

into my first vesica pisces, the first fish where

my own light opened, the

blinking wide wide eyed universe,

the electric tingle of namaste-lit-up nights,

lingering into skins, like

water into cloths, the dark seeping

measure of many many more than

hurricanes have more warning than

the meter of your timbre, your lavish

speed breaking blue flashing in

my mind's eye. come back, come

back till it can begin begin from the

end again; all I need at this point

is an old sedan

and the pavement,

driving all night till we can

pull over, and line the horizon of

the earth with our exchange; like

nina simone songs, mind, mind, mind

me, mindfully take on the fragile

epitome of hushed seeking,

such awkward things I say

within the forgetful misreadings

of the sinful feeling fashionable skin.

before i even

open my eyes, I

pluck at my own finish like a mandolin,

& feel the sun pouring its color,

its images through my eyelids.