Désolé

superstitious tree-bound swayer long asleep
deep in the cotton the high cotton
he’s dreaming me.
all the water connects us below this light and rock
sweet life in the dark the fertile dark
talking about us.
massive wave beams in the unnutterable sanctioned mind of god space
pulse down through the iron the earth’s iron
the constant voice.
luna through leaves a six cloud sweep between eyes and the swelling beauty
rushes through the wood the thrilling wood
breeze scent music romance and dance
i love.