12 Frequency as Pitch

This scream
is                   

            rootless


for I have had many
roots
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
still
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

                      lures....pauses