Sick of being sick and happy about
it.  Dissolving into a sea revolving into
the universal soul sometimes it gets
cold, my mouth can't move with nothing
to say, nothing to do, what made it
this way?

Shadows hovering on the walls spill the 
secret down the line.  Keep walking
ominous and deep times; just let go,
don't hang on to the wax.  We used
to say I love you but you pretended
not to see the enormous things but
you're a good sport to play with me.

An embryo yells to me, keep my hands
in prayer, knees trembling on the seat.

Orchards bloom in the tears down your
cheeks, you know the answer.  Dissolve
into yourself soar and don't pretend to
grow into clouds that you can't let go.

Consume all you can be, don't stop
growing into these waters of immortality.
Wash yourself of these small ideas and
stretch to the sky jump into whatever
circle you see spinning round the flames
of the sea.