I give myself to you black goddess
My occupation depends on your benevolence
Your encouragement is sweet
It glides and softens too
I find my way through
An otherwise foggy day
Far from the San Francisco Bay
Where I first saw your face
You were everywhere in my way
Helping me to stay awake
Through the trying days of twenty-three

Now we’re an undefeatable team
Sometimes in true true black
Accompanied by a snack
Or augmented by sugar and cream

It told me to tell you so
That the words don’t matter all
That the blast of common truth
Will overshoot the Lincoln’s Booth

I will take this as a warning
That the words will hide the morning
Will wait until they’re hungry
For a taste of my soul
Then it will swallow me whole.

Soothe in to sweet beginnings
Leaving all that hassles shining
Glitter pieces of the past
Come tempting telling this won’t last

It’s a trial on standing view
Of all my peers the verdict soon
It comes through with clear and clamor
Down comes the judgement’s hammer

If in fact I shall rise to gallows
For this crime of being shallow
I will wave to all my friends
Knowing that we see the end

Into silence into walls
The blinking eye of destined call
Believers of the the candid rule
Will fight until it makes a fool

In the sign in bold abandon
It will hurt not to imagine
Colors bursting through the night
On this inter confidential flight

Will with married connected soul
Lets the children fall to holes
Brandished with a sign of mercy
They may come to words terse

More undoing worthy waiting
Makes my day free of hating
Going south into the minefield
Until the open sores are healed

It’s always unexpected when it happens
An overwhelming sense of calm
More than déjà vu or melancholy
It’s the wave of true sensation

It passes so brusquely
As if only to taunt my motion
Leaving only memory, a pale emotion
Compared to time and space travel

Thank you for the flowers
On this grey Spring day
Even if their presence quiets
A disillusioned way.

How can a mortal give gifts to a ghost
Passing things across the ether
We can only accept
Until the great gap is bridged.

Awake and silently softening I desire to see this illusion as real.

The negative ions serve to balance a bottom-heavy life. But now, to negate further, they burden with their imposition.

Let the wild breezes flood through the damp hallways. This area must be cleansed. It is ready for a sweeping motion.

What if it’s all replaced by love? What will the story lack then? In truth the balance will be restored in full, by the necessary ill conveniences.

This exercise serves to show that we are infinitely graced with luck and wonder. If only it could be true at every turn of the eye. If only my goodbyes could be untainted by the heaviness. It unfolds with great turns in this beloved dark hovel. There will be plenty for all if the records are straight and the bent wheels hold fast to the path. A challenge is met when the money is bet on the growing sensation of love. It comes up from beneath the rotten tree nourished by water and decay. If I lay beside and wait, as much is to be gained as by digging into the past. Hiding a face from this manic pace won’t last.