<span class="right-menu">God-branding the void balanced from youth Hearing, feeling, revealing scars at a riddling drawbridge We cannot be still, we cannot be hidden, and I yearn to lift us both Into prayer, into dessert, into warmth across any distance <span class="right-menu">Writing a castle of swanned paper napkins into a poultice for your mūlādhāra; This jazz for all forthcoming seasons is a presence and freedom without territorialism Or spurious claims of belonging to any person other than the self: Let's feel through, cook down, and chuckle over shadows with any desired companions <span class="right-menu">How it feels to be on your mind How the world brightens around you How it haunts me when you say, "I love you" How the newness of selfhood has me ready <span class="right-menu">To return the rooted mind with fruit For senses to be made whole To wring the sky and wear its clouds For anniversaries without chains <span class="right-menu">Pleasure without roles Boundaries without doubts Eyes without limits Mischief without harms </span> ![[04_large.jpg##bgimg]]