the forest walks were re-creations
past life groups evolving
master hue of the air an indication of god-time
shouts of the redwoods as primeval incantations
“you the soul of intention”
crystal rip-rap explosion wake ups
ferns moved on their own accord
and the echoes of ancestor shouted warnings rained down
on us sweet Jesu gel low below
the fungal functions of the ether flux
young men battle on secret hills
totems and spleen function seized
creating the onions to be peeled
raison d'être when you are tired
from the endless walking
or is the deflation of life force the realization
that shifts in samsara bloom
in gulps of ascetic culmination
