There's a bulk of info on me

out there

collected by every plant I've owned

hugged, touched

It has music, too

the colors of my walls

waters of the rains and wine

all the coffee roasts I brewed

I wonder if it's a spiral

that folder of what colour

 

 

 

Experiencing flight this forenoon

Freeing a fault into seismic bliss

sent me into the skies

I've more to give now

 

 

 

The more honest I am

the more honest I create you to be

The more I push

the more I create that you resist

Everything already exists in creation

and I can birth anything, anything

So what will it be

 

 

 

Having spent not one day

in theater

I miss it so too much

If you ever find me lost

confused, uninspired

Take me to a theater

Tell them you're returning me

I'm theirs

 

 

 

Everything's At the Back of the North Wind