12 Frequency as Pitch

This scream


for I have had many
crawling deep 

                         breeze lost

It welcomes
welcomes forces
all same
all different
blossoming <I out of nothing
scorching <I into something

This scream is

> infinite

pitch visible

a frequency as unheard as is heard as is often

In the garden I crave
would I be that bud
once again?
know you are that
the mush that flourishes
and wanes
orchestra of repeating
lines of 7

Fire creeps, enraged fingers
unpicking tight curls of those goddesses beautiful

Divine Grannies!

take back your teeth and
show off your cleaves

if you will

While Standing in Line for death

siren scream


unconscious, cosmic, drawing, poem