#222 the mystery between no sleep and a lie

what kind of limit do you put on careless love careless dreams the spider gently bobbles down invisible silks a geometry all her own nowhere else and nowhere between i used to think life was a rope twisted together strands of uncles and aunts mom and dad something to hold on to or let go pull yourself up or be pulled along hooked to some mystery it was always climbing branches for bees climbing branches for bees it was always no sleep no sleep until the anatomy of a thrush like mangled roots laid open by some thief of desire a sublime kiss of iridescence revealing the illusion of the rope and that my hold on it was a lie it was always all forests and no trees all forests and no trees it was always the sea the sea bhagiti 11.28.07 perrysburg, oh