Immaterial Physicality

split across hemispheres, in twain, personality asunder.

with an extraordinary imagination, braiding invisibility, churning and turning images.

awakening in sweat, eating stems, preparing for right vs. wrong.

cursed and blessed. minimalism and maximalism. pain and healing.

the embrace of theology. the days of Good News. the psychedelic faith.

or feeling unworthy, kneeling at the cliff, adoring some tender undercurrent.

adoring more in frames, an outer observation, by interior phenomenon.

wrists and shame; estuaries and fungi; rules, and fraught by outbursts.

such a calming voice, fevered by kind acts, so delicate and strong.

upon a symbol, decided in an ankh, a Cross, lodged in itself.

the enchanted winds, the rising sun, the nightly moon; such fair creatures.

such innocence, tarsier eye-prints, brains capable of softer numen material.

if into the personality, assigned the brooks, into the mountains—the cages are displeasing.

sore unbalanced existence, speckled with spontaneity, or trained to take tranquilizers.

such super suspense, courtyards filled with hopes and dreams, colored in vulnerability.

taken to sprinting—most steadily, wherewith, both body and soul—the sky as it secludes.

torching through fields, deeper trust, into palms, looking at pikers—chasing as we soar.

so much to conquer, established in souls, given to everything i’ve dreamed.

if struck with aphasia, needing to utter one spell, one prayer, i’d plead in time.