challenged
the skies with morality
waling across damp fields of gravels
your visionary friends
you are known
as the Presence that Seeks
to warp the warm shadows
created from the light of self-illusions
and throw the mineral detritus of the earth
at cement cylinders fallen into ruin
a vacation stay for two mens
intent on clarity
we washed away the salty foam
and stood naked on the dour beach
cloudy
the Oregon March unused in the womb
soft, funny razors of wind
tickle the buttholes and hearts
of warriors with a death wish
to peruse
lightly
the honey pot thoughts
distributed about like ether planters
on the other side
on the other side
where all true friends go to express
(an eternity later he whispers, in a tent, in a thunderstorm,
in a coastal forest, in darkness but a candle:
“We are animal and divine.”)