becoming

eyes closed

red stars on blue/black

inward eternity

 

eyes open

salt and pepper asphalt

garnished in the green of best wishes

and the red clay from which I was formed

 

purplish grey hills

beckon me onward

to some greater version

of this temporary salvation

 

conundrum

to roll forward

through frigid spirit storms

and rocky flesh traps

to conquer those mountains

and taste mortal victory

 

or to fall into my own head

swim abstract oceans

lick color from thought painted skies

dip fiery stars into soft flesh

like hot cookies in cold milk

and eat myself

bite by bite

bit by bit

 

rambunctious eyes cry for mountains

weary body begs for head

 

I am engulfed by warmth

blissful liberty bathes away all restriction

 

 

no journey could hold

the pleasure of this crossroad moment

 

so I concede

 

set a patchwork sail

of ethereal squares

and practical circles

 

wind knows where she wants me

earth will not fail beneath me

water can’t sink me

and there is more fire inside of me

than out

 

I am

becoming

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Indeed...you have become.

[roarke]

totally different visions one with eyes closed and one with eyes open. It's a different vision used when becoming.

This is really brilliant, and surrounded with a spectrum of colors, and the essence of life. The empathy, and imagery are so bright, you did an amazing piece of work here.