prayers being the stream of unconscious thought
those that only dream in code
(DOUR)
mathematical symbols
imprinted on internal
tissue
why don't you ask about those that came before?
if you speak
then YOU
expel sound waves
with intentional thought
(be the breeze that rustles
coming storms)
convulsions
heaves of dry retching
when your sun goes dark and the temperatures
begin to drop
cue up the nascent portal and FLEE
to the chaos tree
choose the best branch
and swing
chant the words of healing photons
squeeze the original human intention
when you come across your excuses
release the tension from your body
the stress
the painful memories
your first murder spree
HIKING with the native outcasts
their enlightened pallor ascertained in the darkness
poverty blackout along the Devil's Spine
narrow trail replete with mechanical traps
the ancient Master leads the procession
his toes POINTED as he tiptoes
across the rock bodies immobile
with patience
the PATH
cleansed by observation
the troupe follows
weary but resolute to movement
eye crease messages forming directives
chanting about the hike with words that echo
each forsaken EDGE
of the canyon
insouciant approach to the campground
parlay with the Bear Man
furry in animal manliness
the toll taker of the wild
