Sympoiesis Song

The Fairies wear fishnets and dog collars for the heaven of it, told by Rain today is dressing up day which is every damn day if you abide to be gentle with what lays not lies underneath

Clothed in my own silk dreams of double line hot crowns held without repent, of eternal poetry, I watch them dance the free steps that know no shame, only the originality of our being

We inhabit the same space which is us, bestowed by the fallen as I burn sweet Santo with fingers once claws, paws, petals. and it inhales my drama, cascades their beauty

The grass is tickling tall, for the Goddess knows no blades other than her tongue, gold machete that leaves me fallow 

This is music, all