Dec 12

listen to me dream

I just had that rush
That spine prickle-tickle
That waft from the muse garden

I don’t know what to say with it except
I am delighted
I am hopeful
I am inspired
so come close
and listen to me dream

The world has forgotten
how to disdain
the person I am
the person you are
the person in the belly
the person in the sky

we each we all

None belongs under a boot
or under a trash compactor lid
or in the mouth of a rodent
or picked at by carrion
or lost within landfills

Power is no longer
strength to crush
to lift

Its no game today
and we forgot we ever
saw it that way