Laved in omneity of desert walls
together with the blue;
we stride, surrounded on all sides.
I thank You, Father, Mother and Action,
because you are yet found in syllables
and in sand grains.
Every seed on the wind is an arrival of hands in hand;
autos de fe lie in wait at every portent bend.
River King; thou who hast lent your body of water
connecting the oceans and seas and mountains and plains,
take this Rock and bear each mote to its new home.
7:51 AM
And you can't write anymore...come on man! top