cathexis-life

you can write  a dry sun with the sagebrush of autumn so that words fall leaf-like down fully orange on your toes tickling your walking you shape your eyes to know the world shape the world to know shaping no shaping or world to know igniting rain and dancing soft for her so god can know the skin we die in and the moments where you see the hawk and sky and the moments where its all sky become your chest falling down fully boiled and bloody and as soft as a child speaking of angels and trying to get you to forget the names you have devised for god

Outside of my window dark blue sky the mountain is heavy its set on the horizon underlining the land insisting on  blue

I wear a mala on my wrist Like the mesa wears the clouds I wear lotus seeds that will never bloom To remind me of the mud we bloom in now I wear my fears Like the sage brush wears the rain Giving all these names to nothing Aiding the structure of that game I wear my yesterdays Like lions on my chest But when there are no lines dividing Good and evil meet this sky with all the rest I learn that I cant wear my marrow Like the sun can't wear the heat Our hearts embarrassed and naked Our ideas around our feet