Letters to the Death Bringer,

Ripen the golden seals to see her better      
When the rain drops whip an iron anchor painted with pain and nevers-        
The letter blended together without        
A sake nor shred of sweetness-        
Nowadays you just face it        
with Or without        
Crushed or open hearts        
open arms and doors to the surface        
Or just below it. Dreams        
You awaken within some shy strokes        
Making questions quantum tinged notes-        
O green apple, O forbidden grape.        
Feel great        
The words without a reason        
because art never needs a reason-        
Her ancient horizons rest against    
Eroding seaside cliffs    
Gentle crashing waves be    
Giant hands holding me-    
The tiny kitten that I am,        
With all the what if lessons,        
the cannots and the cans,  
the what if brain drippings of maybe babies  
Eyes balls sipping galaxy golden blue hues    
Tasting like the color of sunsets  
Over full fruit bowls tipping over with abundance    
Entropic faces, glowing eyes in the sink of time        
sweet, your eyes embrace the music        
Of the tulips quivering the night        
Lips like a real flower, a real flower        
Petals lazy and floating in the crystal clear liquid   Encased in real clustered crystals        
Peaceful softness as the petals sing a tiny yes please proceed...        
To the open Doors of mystery        
portals all eternal, bubbling miracles        
mis llaves sagradas to appease        
Some of the clouds and the sky, oh so blue and white        
A real stranger who walks all of the worlds        
Quiet like the silver wind reminding the trees        
Its all you need baby        
Its all in her resting, it's all very interesting        
Fall into the  center of The Rose of the World        
Speak with the language of the earth        
Bilingual death music playing in the past life backgrounds        
buzzing a whisperbullet into and through        
all the lies about your thoughts        
They're not, not, not and I see you        
Steal the faces of the fractals        
Glimmering off your cup        
See this time really see time        
Them formless hoods, them wide eyed seeds        
Growing in the gravey        
Laughing at our save me's        
Little messages under the leaves        
In the grasses that talk        
The wise old oak    
Is watching the explosion  
Shimmery offerings of light shiftlings  
That which miracles bring    
Letting the self slide down again    
Coiled and dripping vines overgrown     
With the slow of little spiral cones        
Sentient staircase eyes in E v e r y thing        
Behind them eyes is a black void        
       
I gotta focus my thoughts,man