venus in sagittarius

On each one of my fingertips I hold a lyric.

You.

You. 


 my Tempest,
 my Hell on earth,
 my Pomegranate,


my Popscicle. yep. my Lollipop. You know about this.

I saw the Raven pair capture Finch eggs and fly North.

I now realize that all life , Dies.

You, my Compost.  My mycelium. My Detritus. White Boy.

There now, quiet. 

There will be a sparking, the water will recede. ( i promise.)

Rosie and I took 14 Alder sticks, wrapped an Old Growth Redwood Stump

In SpanishMoss and wove in the flotsam and jetson of slash.

I took my veins and filled them with creek water. yup.