Destination

Shamanic travel

over the edge

a long wait

good things take time.

Galileo on, books praising

do good to thy tender breath

growing hard, once in the garden

stubbornly jammed ankle wedges.

Move

is now fashionable

tasted blood

brazenly sucked even

redecorate

mentally in the head

for it gnaws

pondering

for weeks

always unapproachable

but diligently.

Tell me where

our journey goes

or let it be

together, so were.

Haywire

wonderful, your navel

hey, wire

shamanic travel

haywire.

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Published on Sunday, February 10, 2013. Filed under: "Spiritual" and "Poetry"

Poem 10 - Book 13 of 15 - Theorems of Intersecting Lines -

Comments on "Destination"

On Monday, February 11, 2013, Stephanie Sideways (276) wrote:

Watching someone change and grow! Fascinated by their sense of wonder of the world. Wanting to get into their head. ........ Another intrueging one M. Clues for us to piece together . X
On Monday, February 11, 2013, metaphormachine (133) wrote:

Thanks for your being! :)