/ function /

cushion is small and wet with tears.
they wait to be fed or to be eaten.
I hate being looked at; Christmas cheer.
sow and tie me to the grim palanquin.

abject sense of loss, sensation,
although head-fast unifying concussion,
lift me, just looking for confirmation.
Never really had asked for it that way,
.
silver switch like gruesome pudding
messes and laboratories sad and redding.
there's a crystal sadness in the air, for
function takes root in provisional envies.

The Counsel Of Strangers

Rumi ~
Discursiveness dies and gets put in the grave.
This contemplative joy does not.
This present thirst is your intelligence,
not the back-and-forth, mercurial brightness.
Scholarly knowledge is a vertigo,
an exhausted famousness.
Listening is better.

Rumi ~
This is how a human being can change :
There's a worm addicted
to eating grape leaves.
Suddenly, he wakes up,
call it grace, whatever, something wakes him,
and he's no longer a worm.
He's the entire vineyard,
and the orchard too, the fruit, the trunks,
a growing wisdom and joy
that doesn't need
to devour.

Pansexual.

weer towards intellect ?

where is it coming from 

this attraction ?

am I just another
wandering traction ?

'cause I don't want to be. 

Feminist

trying to be
gender blind here. 

! God of the Wild Pan

persons believe

what they want to 

see what they want 

feel likewise 

don't see why in freedom
being sadness 

see why I'm gender blind ?

I could love you

today or tomorrow 

if I love you 

I will not know you
feel you today

and tomorrow.
fill up your forever ?