Each seed an opportunity for something new to take form
I'll tell you though, they don't like dandelions around here, no.
Close your eyes and make a wish anyhow
Do it because they don't
I'll watch each whim dance on the breeze
and just for a moment...
Wars are fought with squirt guns
We have pizza for breakfast, and ice cream for lunch
Cats roam freely everywhere
they come up to you as you walk, curious
and then you hear the music
The animal band is in town!
The docile panthers drum, crocodiles strum harps with their tails
And your awful mother never told you that everyone dies, someday.
We live on new earth here, where blood stays on its highways
and hearts don't stop, that's quitter stuff.
Every time it snows, it's the right type for snowmen
The fierce winds wait for summer, so fingers stay warm
and birds bring us bits to decorate with
The crows know our names, and we know theirs
The roads have all been replaced with lazy rivers
Alcohol doesn't exist, but your dad does, fully
He picks you up on an elephant, and I don't worry while you're gone
I'm too busy having the elevatorĀ installed for you
What?
We're here, not there, but I can still feel your wishes surround me
The lavish desires gild the framework of your small intentions
A world beyond my ability to hope for anymore
I can't imagine.
So, when you scatter those pesky seeds to the wind, wild girl
My only wish is that all of yours come true
They don't like dandelions around here, but I don't really need to reiterate that. No.
A LADY WIZARD
Her name is Beth
No, she's not Beth the sorceress
and you'd best not call her that.
She seems frozen as she casts, but human eyes are too fast
To her she'll start the motion, having completed it, just like that
What spell is she weaving, far beyond
bounding past the stifling grip of human perception
She knows
and that is enough for me.
Beth, it's not short for Bethany, but something I cannot pronounce
She whispered it to me once as I passed
I'd asked a hundred times in my heart, she told me when I stopped
Such is the way of things, just so is her art
Well, I have. Take a sip of this and follow me
Yeah, it tastes weird, but it's the recipe of the moss
it's the motion of the branches, it's metal turned to rust
It's rivers overflowing with runoff when it storms
the barren urban sprawl, the bead of blood from hidden thorns
I can see you're getting translucent
it can't be much longer now
Can you feel all the things around you
living only within your core?
That drink was made of you, as only you can see
Your hands are disappearing, come quick, along with me
See here? It's where the world ends
It happens each and every day
Matter tied into its antithesis
Creativity at play
Destruction remembered in force, no credit in deed
Inside the trees we love ourselves, punching hands turned to leaves
Can you feel the years of knowledge shared here?
Connection, nature takes no root in shame
No precedent for fear, exploration untamed
Suffering by design, no definition of right
We are wilting from refusal to simply eat the light
Eternal, personal, apocalypse
Victory surges in harmony with the fight
Mist
skating the edges of chlorophyll's path
Flowing out in the signals of mycelium
Mother, the one who births herself, all
I'll brew you the beverage anytime you wish to take her call
In surrender, I dissipate.
Thank you for reading along! š