Kingdom of Silver

Oh my

god this is the kingdom

of silver, this is the reign

of wet, descends in a pound

or a whisper to my unbound

scalp, now shorn of hair

and ready for your arrival;

I have been so busy with

my heart

that I have forgotten

my head

that needful organ that pulses

as a gray bulb it craves

the rain and now it has come

to feed molecules to membrane;

Oh my

god I could be as the vapor

through cedar, drawn from the Pacific

in one long breath

my mind can one day also rise

as mist

to be exhaled over these hills

into the kingdom

of silver

like all living things.