water lines

Blue/Rock

Seagull from Within

chairoc

the body in pieces

the temple is the body torn between very many sides of unbounded skin. we should be gods. know the hours of Why and Too Much. ours.
the shade of a body in pieces.

meditation on petals

sing and sing on... struck by no more despair between birds in me and other steps that ache and stray...
petals throw birds in me till the possibility of a song to void myself off this island called silence... interbeings

I wish I could believe the burnt and torn tissue of my skin... would veil and weave and kiss the those primal wounds larger than my flesh of ours...