eramophla

Through the gums and creeks
I chase away
And the rain beats on my door
Through the hills and vines
I try to run
And the fog rises once more.

She sits with me
regardless
Not of anything
imparticular
Just regardless

She breathes
around me
She weaves
around me
Threads of water, fire, earth

In the moment
I stand
In the moment
I am
One with all
And all with one
In six degrees
I know everyone

In the moment
I see
In the moment
I can be
Me, myself,
Whatever, if
In six …

The Torren winds
And unbinds
In the hope that we might find
Thoughts left behind
At dawning

And the track
That we take
Hopes that we will make
Time to relate
At morning

Sandals sank severely in swirling sand surrounded by a supernatural scene.