#112 after swimming under swallows a shaman carved me a heart from a pyramid of hot silver

in deference to the hills the sun comes shining for love of the trees swallows on the wing it is real it is real like night to the moon your face is glowing for love of the breeze you trust in knowing it is real it is real once a white dress meant something but after swimming in the clear green water i have forgotten my name and what everything means like shipwreck treasure long fused together the old man carved an icon in silver and placed it into my chest and there it began to beat it is real it is real bhagiti 8.9.07 perrysburg, oh