forecast

a new leaf

upon August

my moon
my sun

everything

tied together
in taut knots

day by day
night by night

i ease into release

so much beckons
my uncertain feet

a wise she
needs to
approach with caution

a silly she
wants to
throw away logic

but my flower
is ripe
my petals
urge to the sky

a limbo of indecision
mid my twenty

half empty
or
half full

concentrate
like
the juice
find myself
cock-a-doodle-doo
but focus lends
a hand
every now & again

and these
100 lifetimes
in a day
have me
in an
intestinal uproar

the distinguished
gap between
body & mind
the limbo where
my soul flies
and where there
is a crash collision
of my insides

me heart -----------------------------------------> <3 here

my soul

|
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| |-------> somewhere in the middle
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and my mind is sky high

53 more days of summer
plenty of thunder
i'm as dependable
as the forecast
and as reliable
as the rain

caught between
matter & spirit
upside down
view of the
shape of things

i have no choice
but to

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