we forget ourselves
in the dream
and remember who
we have become
layers of our shells
a lei of silent green
the forested blue
the number none
we seek the soul
a central sun
revision is destination
as we arrive
and depart together
alone again
I have a new idea It came to me in the middle Of a forest lake More like a marsh But I didn't speak marsh then Nor did I speak diesel or petroleum Or world economy Nor knew I about my own security Only my own insecurity Singular But that was expected There was no credit extended to me I had no ideas of how to pay my way Other than the way I paid Without question Only doubt Which grew inside me Faster than the understanding of Misrepresentation And Manipulation But not as fast As thoughts of forest Which I called Woods Alongside music Which I called Guitar Alongside books Which I called My new idea
