mahalo and salutations.

indeed the cold bones of winter are longing to touch our unlit sunlit skies… i am absorbing it. giving flights to other planes a new filename. heave upon your shoulders, a new atlas. a new meander to roads weakened by seasick apothacaries… and your bird in a cage… oh, she surely sings. when the wishes have been granted when our suspicions have grown fat when love look over us in this sea of explosions, internally. eternally. flurry of insepid humility. ache of a thousand beestings, rushing to save the Queens porcelain venneer. when all is good in heart. in clever stone. in whisp of chance.

our versions of god, becoming volumes to fill in where the ocean once called us her children.