there stands no reason
to interrogate the vulture
for we know where
his beak has been
in between
flesh and bone
in between.
-function;
not I, peacock.
question the nature of self, or at least look in the mirror for the reveal… so? what’s in your nature?
the commonality of dust
the fragility of man
but my soul longs for the coast
even though I rose from the land
my heart yearns to be part of the sea
if eternity so blesses, this transformation
may I slip into that deep
my blood to water
forever as my keep
Shades of My Garden 