The Cycles

Electrified womb erects distending down the lives bright fresh

And I nurture breaths, and flowers twist in that hidden dimension of sight

And blindly anxious I roam into moments of re-construction

With clarity the heavy scented air

And hope

To let it go and dance a ragged faithless dance

Light arching across kingdoms stretching shadows

And all is in its face beyond recognition clearly but in clarity revolving

And all is fine as silk in the hours leading to the moments pulling

And all is free and flowing and eviscerating to an end

Life being boundless

Everything is born anew into old air

Cresting the eye see’s a beginning in every split second new age

Beginning to begin again

And torn suddenly into the heavy airs

Everywhere is destruction and shed skin

And onwards is a hollow hole

Ah but the horizons

The pity

Hi ho the sweet nectar of human spirit leaking

And the loneliness that spreads ducts across happy hills

The childhood spilling over and over and over aching teeth

And the fire of the flood

And we carried with eyes wide feeling and feel

And feel and feel and feel until the iron and carbon have finished screaming