Lay your whirling head right down
with knees and hands...

I pear beyond the bindings
of my maze-like sleuth...

From stale mouth, I mutter, “How honeyed!”
and lumber shamefully away...

“But what is it that afflicts you, child?” The...

As long as we eat from this turbulent Earth
this will thrive as a swarm of blazing bees...

Not a step
but a plunge from a precipse...

I will never fall through the stations again.
The panels of vibrant salvation...

I wake
and it lingers...

Root yourself
just like a tree...

I a good borrower space.
just a body...

*VERSION 1- Secular
There is a choice...

Bleeding feet.
Boot-soles torn in jagged stripes...