Nov. 13th, 2012

Like hearing an old bullet clink into a surgery pan, slicked with the essence of life giving fluid, thick coagulated over rusted casing as my lung finally clears. One deep braeth and marigolds spill out of my exit would and my eyes seal shut to the collapsing star in my mind. Brilliant rain of intergalactic dust afire beams torn from teh spaces in my squint, cutting silverlinings out of the clouds, white heat flashes from my throat. i feel the bronze screech against it's joints In my knees and elbows, the oxidized veins burning with lime green. Oceans surround me as I climb through it's currents, coast to coast the languages change, bright my eyes stay as whales and white cliffs greet me. Viking ships, teutonic helms, crafted swords in my purse as I collect them from the depths. Finally, a deep breath, my trail of marigolds loving leads me through the Odyssey...singing to me the great Himalayans, flashing promising strings of banners of peace, a yak and golden robes in tiger pits, lingering in a single lotus.