a world in which
our dust we choose
to receive as love
so as to move
massage temple
unkempt mind
an empty vessel
for love to find
invite her in
with trusting gaze
crossed eyed ache
uncouthy mage
curtailed mind
no more of this
why would we choose
to ignore a gift?
chaos lamp
chorale my lungs
my creed of choice
my myth of tongues
hold on to reason
there– a wave to ride
my dear dyschronic season
behold your anachronic eye
This poem is like discovering an ancient text that nobody has ever seen before but was written by a distinguished group of Aztec poets. The suprise is its one mystical man from 2023.