Escaping the Landscape
Against this rock
I sat and closed my eyes
beneath the rays and interplays
between where shadows meet
the light in me seeking to be
united by what seems to hold
what I'm picturing-forth.
So many colors and shapes and sizes,
unique and changing upon my view.
I die when I breath devoured and covered
inside this strange, upside down horizontal,
orchestrated dreaming, bearing
my felt-skin against the weight and cold
melding, molded and beloved.
Touching all those thick, sun-glazed, speckles
cut-out shards of dark and hard
nestled-in tight below the heaviness
pieced-out, broken-through, dank, drenched
before lifetimes of dew...
Haphazardly perfected, as am I -
And releasing all expectations.