I have seen you tunnel the clouds with brilliant strategy and lustful game I have marvel enough to envy you // my place next to you // know you too will fall will one day look at Lightning as you burrow in storm mud and understand: you fear it not and be so enamored by: The Mystery of Death that you will travel down in the Forking Solar Mare and be blasted into flesh tamed by form into an (egg) this (seed) that will forget what shape it must take, it is Love , Wild Angels , , keep a couple feathers to remember , ,



It’s not just about what we are, but what we can become. “Blasted into flesh” frames life in such an awesome way, and I mean ‘awesome’ in the classical sense. This might be my new favourite of yours, feeling the potency of existence once again.
Really cool flow: down
in the
Forking
Solar
Mare