On my mind

SOC Writing _ 7.2.21

On my mind

Mind on mind on my mind, my mind ministrant minuscule, mystique, monstrous, mother, mum land, I stand on this sand beach and ball, water and sport – wave and mountain – blade and fountain – the riches of the Russian Ball, the feet of mine upon a stone – of great significance – the pleasure in my groin – the strong song, liquor spent and now this great uprising of the root of the tree - pushing, pushing through to you – longing and wet and the oceans set – pieces of this game of chess where we take turns with the moves – pushing the clock each way and that – the only tumult is beneath the skin – ah skin, where do I begin – the subterranean layers have erupted - before the village burns I have unearth thee – the kumara pit raided so that blood might been seen – avoided – this she energy so blinding might night – but more like the encompassing dark of the night – a blight on my happy hands - the sands falling through, falling through – grasping unable to grasp - this gift of you – poorly I have behaved before but now in this state, this frenzy I do not worry about what I shall do, give myself over to a process I do not understand – stand on my ground of youth – and solace in the fact that I can begin here and have no fear in my natural state - my being body, wolf clothed in sheep’s wool – bite at the last – take the youngest from the flock before the boy cries wolf – and wave she overcomes me her weigh on my back – pushing me deeper, deeper under – I swallow parts of myself I had not tasted – lasted till the end when all the water flooded in at once and I drowned in liquid begetting me new lungs – screaming into water and being lost - deep, deep under her I emerge – a victory of the depths – a register on the list of gods – made by my own pleasure – my own way of getting together – pieces of you, pieces of me – ever free.