The reason I don’t get out that much…
Stationery Mode
I am
Holy still
Quiet petrified
That a singular movement
Would unleash a symphony
Of words
A cascade of ideas
A tsunami of visions
Beyond any thing
I ever metaphor
An avalanche of see’ds
In the ground of my being
Crystals forming
In some super solution
Of sweet
Of salty
Gems of mine
Mine!
Mine!
Digging it
Transporting me
Too far aweigh
Lands
Meting new hommes
I find myself
Word
To ether
Pen to paper
I am in
Stationery mode
