wild onion fractal

Baca

You are rooting finally devouring sweaty lace traces in ambient dim-lit places

you are arched incomprehensibly innate to the ultimate expression of the now

you are bridging red shores and brunette your black bob coiled in cotton

you are starting to understand why we brought you here

Freedom in the forms that only Nature can spread with Her hands

freedom in the sub domain of rogue river drifters’ cool etheric sprawls

freedom from the myriad theories of continuous creation

freedom as it lies floating in a pond it is a dead leaf like any other

Anywhere we breathe until our eyes are wide open or solemnly shut

anywhere a pulsar puts off a vibe or great pyramidal sarcophagi phantoms

anywhere you go we go with you in flowing calm

anywhere the rain falls

And so it comes to this another end

and with this little death the ascension of acoustic fulfillment

and chambered in willow shade or muddy banks

and so it is