omega

On the surface

Is a stage

And a mic



And chickens

Scratching the surface

For an audience

Who need deeper

And further.



I am not impressed

By myself

And my tools

To earth nether



Realms are tethered

To the floating whim



Henceforth

Never

Can the scratching of chickens

Lift me higher

Than a cock fight



My company

Does not kno dancing

Poking or enthusiasm



Only a quiet

Steeper than a mountain

Made blue by distance

And a solitude

Singing like a choir

In the mind

That accepts it.



Nun enter Monk center



The snake wrapped

Around the head

Is fashion



What's left

Of your dregs

Of your issues

But bubbles

Already popped...



Away

A circle

Becomes a square

Inside a square

On a line

Floats a tangent

Called me



Out of need

Into want

Into me

And unconcerned what u think slowly I rapidly opened to the untamed

The unknown, the unseen.



Inspire me if u dare

Tote the shovel of my grave

For there sits the dirty wisdom

Of those who died before