It's time

In darkened, shallow, shadow valleys

It is time
To meet the one
Who fingered out these caves

To sail on waves
Poured hastily from hollow ducts
Not made for crying tears of sadness
But salty drops of oceanic pride

Now is the time
To climb the mountains
Carved from marble
And eroded into peaks of ecstasy
Gorges from desperate, angry pounding
Sculpting
Chiseled from the stone of human knowledge

Ride the wind
Blown from universes far away
And close enough to touch
Or smell
Or know (at least subconsciously)

I’ll meet you in the heavens
The stars as stepping stones
And we will frolic
Dance
Run along the paths of consciousness
Humanity
Experience



The earth will teach us
How to touch her
How to love her curves and form
And when we find her secret places
We will know the earth’s orgasmic storm

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