August 2017

Through the electricity lines

We travel to distant and familiar lands

Home is where the heart is,

But the heart carries lines

Pointing in all directions

Towards the core and sky

Out of my arms and through the roots of my feet

Bursting, soaring from the top of my skull

Breaking the skin

Pores spurting folacles of information

And times passed

And holds onto the knowledge of a time before now

Of a land before then

Of a space larger than life

Of a vacant emptiness

Where everything simultaneously begins

A flash of light

A rush of joy

On the brink of agony

And ecstasy

Is where magic occurs

Each and every minute

The world turns

Upside down

Looping itself

Over and over

Round and round

Always to return

But not until the day passes

The night falls

And the sun comes to rise again

Trust that it will rise

There will always come another day

Another vast playground filled with

Fertile possibility

And love strung lands

And vibrant sounds

And potential pink sirens

And open stings

Whose notes

Pull from the angels

The voices they so desire

To make them remember

That they are home

For another day

Another moment

A blip in time

This point

This place

This space

Is home

Mama Papa

Ompa

Where the two lands meet

Is called

Today