Gods are gathering

at Izumo

painting all month

Teaching us to listen

speaking in shinjitsu

Laying in a pile

of names who claimed

to adore me, love me

who hurt me

Behind each mask a God

looking me in the eye

I'm starting to unwind

this confusion

gratefully. We don't dance 

in the flames anymore

And I won't hide my love

for you

Bahman Saatchi Art

Nadir

is where the stars

are also

                                              Bahman Saatchi Art

Walked into the house to this

Gasped, cried

Love

Toposophy 

we're going to expand

eventually

outside all topoi

into a field of

experiment

per usual

Today you and I

are ridding of doubt

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