Down the Hole
My Shadow absolves
–Hollow herself, herself hollow–
Her Presence an absence I follow her into
herself a presence
leap year over linear
absurd in profundity
Her presence an absence
Hollow as a hypocrite
fluid in shape shifting in place
programmed awareness clouded
so this song of self I sing.
Her prescense an absence
My Shadow abstracts–
there is a hole in my whole
my hole in the whole
a hole in myself my self a whole myself a microcosm
creation depletion smoke and mirrors mirages in tears to tired to stream
I step to the bank I feel the current of the river cool and blushingly with droplets fresh from mountainside dew and carrying on its back effortlessly colors of leaves lacing autumn trees with the orange of the fire that burns behind my rib caged it bumps – thump thump, thump thump, palpating in rhyme to a rhythm sublime unleashing the goddess within I am whole–
my hole is the beauty in the intricate flaw cosmological whatnot wasted time ruminating over trivialities blossom and extrapolate what I fathom into a world I imagine my reality is a universe of her own and only I can see what I see with the retinal or mind eye sight and this height is my own my own perspective so why I fight myself and name the hole in my whole something other than me, part of my self part of humanity part of the eternal return egg-shaped infinity transcendence is coming I feel it in my bones below the place where my neck meets my back between my shoulder blades like the four points the native americans used to stand like the stake during a time before I arrived into how I know myself now, and I will not burn on this stake I will emulate its structure and pride myself,
Sesquipadalion! Sesquipadalion! dandelion daffodil hazel witch spell!
my word is my magic and miracles can happen when I believe in my power make peace with my hole and just Be.