Through a lunar redirection  

and the speculation  

of one great motherly spirit 

came the big bourbon biscuit  

for the chomping of a champ  

and into the damp universe 

the crumbs of it fell  

for some dreamy digestion 

as the hum of some bird 

came with this little note needing 

to be rewritten again  

as something pierced the skin  

of the ground like a heroic needle 

of sunny side nectar 

dancing as the specters sung it 

out like some nausea 

to build a nest from. 

This is the million rebirth 

of an age-old tale  

this is the planetary thrust  

of tightly drawn shades 

this is the handed deck.  

Dirty or not, we will clean 

by the centimeter of every sentiment 

sent down as cancerous mystery 

this wild floor of exploded color 

to be as Love once again!