I can feel magic's trick
in letting yourself feel all the love you can for someone
trickling let it keep trickling
out of your pores like hot breath

and maybe it will occur for at least one of us
the intimacy of hot breath wish

i think you're so cute
confounding the world
puzzle of land
riddle of land

A careless thread passes with care

that dream of holding the land

Wanna see you

word as gulch

and its roots out dry dangled

Rearranged and traded

slips hillside

away from my window early orange

Cuddles have all turned mumbly

simulating our togetherness

Matters of being mud hardens just in time

To not love something anymore

sticky branch bedazzled

A sticky branch bedazzled

equips me as my conscious archive of images
Why is this chaos reaching for truth?

A lot of it is a dimension

for eye placements’ eyelets

Touch placement touches

Rub placement rubbles

Placing after from the before
dressing for the tableau

a fixture fumbles under force

Two bows tied slow

The fast plaid folded
Spoke too naturally an instructional smile

is my itchy damp smile
Born into a portrait
haunted by

a surrogate penis to extend from

the chocolate chip in my nails

and bendy as my nose.

A lovely sponge to fuck and dream on

A sponge to prop your asshole open
Pink empowerment in promise

in my womb as a home
the fire fell on the bed

Dangerous to defend
with everyone being cute

the banality of empathy

becoming in me

speaking for me
Cutely coercing an obsidian hole

and i give this body to it

knowing elementally, it is heavier.
The space of hell
where the absolute pleasure,

the driving divine,

is sleeping with deviated pronunciations.
Incommunicable as a word.

So much suffering the sea is made

the taste of dolphin tears

Before it ever will be afterwards

implies somewhere that it must be late for tea

in a cow's head

Colors I used to be but am now

in a cow’s head

I am not moving

Only as being inside a head, lends you to not moving

‘til its decapitation

I could count the cow heads

I am 

dusty and immediately known

by an orange bright smell

Similar to a daisy shape

being in the cow head

prevents 

decapitation

from functioning properly

punishingly

A debt always serves the symbol

Symbolically I am lying when I

Say it does not matter if your head is in a head

But I am outside anyway

Providing feet for rocks to crunch on

of the stones I bathed

where everything dreamed is real

but real is not always true

From inside a cow’s head

a thing wetter and less together

the meat is me, for you

"i" in sundial

The thing fell was a seed and I was to carry it unconsciously

If the knowing is noun should I still take as taken?

Taken along in my pocket for putting

With putting the question is possession
and how much possessing is taken from carrying?

If the knowledge is everywhere can it be still

Be stilled into the parted parts

between the seed and me

Leaf legacies relax with the thought of being compelled

like you can have me you can use me

What else do I do with all this vomit of my selfhood

Ouch that puddle pinches

dribbling at the reflection of the freckles me and freckles leaf

A solidarity in the falling sun that is not for us

There are ribbons farewelling

on the tree the tree
is polyester but the ribbons are real

hidden in pain’s sight
Cruel in the sky

a world minority is a planet too,
a petal open wide
to let untie a whisper

Inside the seed
a secret that it knew how to hold
beneath the crumple of the earth

How far can it go,

a sound is a noun

How quickly to

hear

wind

pushing the accent of a rock

like the weight of a body being supported

In these sounds I know I’m alive enough

The shined grass grassing as much for sun, for dirt,

for we that the rocks listen for listened forgettingly

How long it takes to forget the sound

that doesn’t serve you

the sound that doesn’t survive

Seeing me see heaven

The emotions of sensuality are transcendent and strong
An accent hovering on the tips of
Do you love me when you’re sleeping, I forget if I do.

Ant summoned ant angel visit
Be the night three nights from now
twirled around my heartbeat
Appeared in water
in the dream
on my hand
a relationship like the sunset
and the dirt’s shadow missing in that rest
Often upwards
they went past heaven’s gate
Continuing the ants, I am reciting ants

Sun's son milks each life in unison
Wanton for acknowledgement
I moved away to see if we would meet again
And they moved back in time
To assure me we would

Time’s Thick Portal Clumped, Dry Time Cooked

I materialize in the ways I understand you, really

Doubling the god fragment

My cells becoming more like me

or me like them

With sincerest obsession are

human being

being death

is also always its family of carcasses

living in body's pocket

The cherished pest acknowledged as sacrifice

to desire what does not desire them

I wanted to hear what was whispering

in the shape of the pondy hogwallow

They are the clock of seasonal sun.

I had never asked from them the time

Mine is spelled

in ants and colors of mountains

panting the sun in pets

Dreamt I was a dog, I know I really was one

hitchhiking on fur and birds

The limb-loosening causes

dispersal

My head decentered

being twice

the bugs in my bed

Can I use these familiar symbols with unfamiliar you

Pumping shape like so many petals and wings

Moved away and apart with your time still inside me

an initiation forming

to communicate to ourselves

Constant, infinite nostalgia

Exploded

to be less temporary

than what was taken

It was as loud as the language we reached for

The other bodies inside me–

time’s thick portal clumped, dry time cooked

What do I mean when I say me and you?

In bed waiting moon is not you again

In bed waiting, moon is not you again

They were the sticky rice

operating subversively from a distance

Not there

But here

Lost three shoes on the ground I fell into

Thinking the cloud

was not above me

For that beauty to belong,

being functional as information

it makes similar in aweness all

empathy is outside of hierarchy

Angels scrubbing

Former daughter

Another season’s sweetened

They’ll come in the shape of sugar

to send a message

As the takers as the eaters

Very green and under tables

The navigation belies spaces

Hinges stick

Out and have a fit pretzeled

2 blossoms

A vessel is never empty, holding itself

Weep into sweet paws for each fell into

Sweet paws

Delicately as the gravel’s heat

To start all over again

I can't say for certain that I don’t know you yet

Announced that I want to be dirtier today

Like apocalyptic don’t need anything but your self to be together

Fuzzy like a softly moldy growing cling

And why doesn’t she respect me

Regardless

Expect rain for my dry dirt’s announcement

Damp my dry dirt, wet my stick sock

Sick clean sad, and clean but colder

The lack I am reminding you of

The lack that makes the red that is laying in you

The lack that fits between each eyelash when i roll my eyes at you

Participating as my reminder

As instinct, god as an adaptogen

For my spirit to cry out for and squirt under my tongue

God as a supplement

God as what I consume

God as the birds praying above me

Believing in without knowing
Knowing without recognizing

None of the dreams matter

I just point them out for context

I wish I could be you could be infinite

At least something in our skin is

An uncontained desert for the shedded solar dust

Theme of the ground is me

I need everything that I want

The whole thing of it inside of me

Chose the night song

All of the dreams matter

A world of context shifts mattering differently

When you look up at the treetops
The sun reminds you that you can be nowhere

Wore ladybugs on my ears and the flies thought they really were

I carried you in my bag for years

Greeted everyone with your tongue and forgot
We had never met

I can't say for certain that I don’t know you yet

The sky dug a hole obsessed with digging

The sky dug a hole obsessed with digging
The sky was a narcissist's ego
The sky shyly withheld
Rip the sip I am in it
That all the delicious dirt in you is
Here and clear putting it into heard
World heart world hurt wound

Wound in sky space
Sending messages to strangers.
Excited gesture of a menu offered
They reply with pictures of a thing cooked!
Your colony is what you eat off of,
Share the mated
Meal fated
A large empty dark space
bent and eaten and soft inside its parts
Aside from everyone else's lovers?
a totally quiet earth
Earth in the dark outside
Earth clean like a shopping plaza
I dreamt that Christmas recognized me as themself

There is a ritual
shape of a home
based on a gravesite in the fabric of you
invisible until it is excavated.
The body is the object of information
for them to present your message to yourself
does not allow
for body recovery
and as a vehicle
is the carrion
Dancing on it
stabs
you to your blood

Stability of knowledge led nowhere
All he would ever know of himself
was what he made others know
Pleasure-stroking the aphid for its sugar
for its flavor used for savoring
To open my mouth and admit I was eating the feeling

To believe, convinced I was a dragon's scale

Waiting for an earthly treasure– it will not come

To believe, convinced I was a dragon’s scale

Entering the myth of someone’s silver phoenix

Beaded curtain rarity life tied up
Grandma's doctor is always drunk
Grandma, reluctant at the wrong beach

Diagnoses herself with cherries

Sand in toes get caught on a vein

An ancestral scratch

Fingering the rain puddle splashing

This image and this sound of you

‘Til its real death, egg tart death

Baked death insomnia

The pigs and the wishing is loud

The white or red silk cloud

Her sun keeps chasing away

The other shadows she is meeting

Leaving only her shadow

With the sun

The tree is sacred and I don't know how to replay it

The tree is sacred and I don’t know how to replay it

Maybe I was

A mark in the air cobbled

A path through the bush and excitedly

As martyr or masochist

Meat or me like them

Human stigma's mate

Whispered secret love of land using me

The tree ate my heart my heart

Meeting me when I meet the bleed

Every worker ant is sterile

Switching leashes, holding our own

A long attachment

Politely, unpurely

The heartbreak of the dawn, that of separation

I almost had forgotten

The sky under your heart

How it appeared to me in amber

The ant's corpse in my shampoo

Attempting to heal in multiple realms

And I rubbed into my scalp

The intention of a stain

Sometimes I see the tree in you

When I know sacredness is mortal too