Reverie (rough)

more and more,
there is space
and

tethers through the space,
Phoenician purple–
me
the dog
wood coyote
lowering sun through branches
and 
the wasteland
plays against my ears

shamanic drums
birdsong
all-space–
shanti, shanti, shanti

and once i compared fear
to seed beads
and now i think love
is a little like that, too,
but mostly there is space
filled
(and unfilled),
fur beneath my scratching fingers,
intent eyes
dark wine wood
of the victrola
he rebuilt
piece by piece,
hearthstones,
candles on the
do-it-yourself altar.

consciousness is the tip
of a colossal iceberg.

spacious roar 
and feckless fear,
longing
barking
drumming
resting
sunset–

pause.
and go.

 

 

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