Cartwheels and Swings November 3, 2009

I feel like sometimes this is the hardest thing for me to do. Release. Relieve myself from every single day’s torment of dementing me.
From here I fall up.
Into the sky.
Into the mouth of God -
my wet cave of sound(less)
heat, breathing,
revision.
“Until creation becomes
revelation,”
I said to her,
wishing, waiting for my own
message to transfer,
mouthing words in
no real vocalic [...]