falling and flying

after a falling wave the ocean recovers entirely

abandoned foam in the air 

you know there is the real screaming of foam

abandoned in the air 

screaming forgotten in the mouth

every day our infancy persists in the flesh

childhood still here overcoming nadir-abyss

learning the rhythm of waves

something persists in the flesh ebbs and flows 

(while the Queen of red Hearts keeps on drinking endless

drinking alcohol maybe pure alcohol maybe without any 

thirst no longer any thirst)

 

after a falling wave I am flying as a child persisting in the flesh

infancy still in the persisting breath maybe song 

overcoming nadir-abyss

(while the Queen of red Hearts drinks my alcohol against maybe

Darkness where something emerges attacks still in the flesh

such flesh-eating Darkness maybe animals-of-Darkness 

from terror I can beat anything I resist stronger than my body)

in the middle of the Ocean there is the tree and the infinity

Spring persists in the fruits maybe foam of fruits and wind of foam of fruits

in the middle of my body stronger on the top of terror

entirely without sugar just the canopy indefinitely promising 

other fruits  other foam of fruits  for my touch and taste

yet infancy yet remaining questionings from infant terror

anxiety of Darkness Alone

I am still a much-travelled new-born Abandonment

a well-read escaped prisoner 

liberated from home and burnt in the flesh and brought up here 

while the Original ignorance maybe storm still rages within

those remaining questioning days are never gone

my very beating hearts are still in love in rhythm of love

never broken you dance here at the heart of this ocean

you dance against my vertigo maybe cliff edge

you just arrive maybe return here on the blank vertigo

maybe blank page maybe blank soul you may kiss deeply  

your saliva after a falling wave is the Original question

other waves also ebb and flow 

love still ebbs and flows since before infancy

love still questions why

the fall the fallen the falling freedom

how you touch and taste novel freedom 

where you create my Imagination in the rhythm

you can dance here despite all senses drinking such alcohol maybe pure alcohol

fantasy of vertigo  fantasy of darkness

Desire produces other power maybe brutality  on the blank page

and flying waves repeat the Original Heart 

(last year you could not imagine theses shades by the mountain

today the cliffs open up and build a new forest of meanings

abandoned children camp here in the new forest

in the canopies of Eden at the heart of this body 

the Original Heart

Ocean stream maybe love  free love)