three.moonbeams

rusted
is the frustration so
i pour it into
some (mind) paint
& let it dance on the canvas
of this
actuality

.reality
collides in correlating collisions of conundrums
& conversations
crawling through spines of perception
each vertebrae ~ vertical veering vicariously
with vitality
into and out from the vacuum of voices
in my head gnawing like
the hunger just longing for
.home
is this world
are the colours
i have smelled
the smiles i have
tasted
is the road
i have been
are my friends in each state
every city
is the heartbeat inside of your eyes
singing into a mirror
of birdsong,
the essence of a butterfly wing
and purple things
dancing
upon the breese
.home
is the moon in our blood
the epicenter of a flower
the inertia of these tires,
ocean waves in between a dream
is the pages, the paintings
the creations
the embraces
is the touch.
home

is us

together, across the miles no matter how far
we
are

in synch
in breath and in dreams
woven together
by intangible means