we disperse before ourselves
breaking into a million streamers
of light gone haywire
we muse upon the down struck thoughts
caught in the branches of time
laced with coconut melancholy
the sage speaks
go no further
turn round go deep
shift eyes toward another purpose
the purpose of suffering
of gravity
of
tamarind chew the delicate brush of sweet palate grown in full through sunlight and rain bowing blissfully to the attitudes of natural tendency surrendering without struggle automatic compliance and c
fall the petals of blooming peonies trace reflections of memories of sunlight down to feathering ground the newest nourishment paired with brilliant rays glorious in their expansive warmth to bring fo