the roots in us...

your muddled language stares in the eyes of my lost

blurry are the words heading this trail which seems forbidden and ridden

tempting and hollow, forgiving the frail in me, yet following forth...

growing in syllables and causing a stir

complex rhythm and cadence...off to send

the ticking of unwanting clocks which we cant rewind

give and grow...into ceremony...the love for repeat

convince your tongue

loving its speech...sipping off its points.....

let it fork to a blatant dance

stepped and seeping inside hearts of others

serpents stalk and  rip the underneath..

balance feels settled but earthen floors tell us much more...

bend the air we all breath.........rust with us......drip along........

time for the real....i loved the earth as it wept into sky...clouds, dirt, poem....this wrinkled eye..gasps with a cry...