The ribboned gallons that rule us like beliefs rooted in single experiences.
Sweat seems to bleed / like pride from their bones.
Blood cannot be without dancing. There is no dancing without blood.
Naming nature doesn't tame nature.
The taste of moon's song.
The whispers inside the red wheelbarrow's dew.
Feed peace not fear, make spoon not war.
There was a sound you could smell / like you were inhaling tomorrow.
