Birds bloom immaculate from the crevices of my eternal bony head
And Willka says to me
Life is life is life


I vomit every trauma into the rain
Every slanted written letter
every blade of dead golden grass
And life is life is life


I mold this marionette of me of me
Teach it to speak but only in pretty
And life is life is life



An invitation to a banquet
For all of my favorite friends
Where I tie them hungry to their chairs
And eat every plum and every drop of deer before them 
And life is life is life



Smoking hot almost primal
Teeth invoke holes in the leather furniture
We cry out our wolves and rest the heads of our inner children
And life is life is life



The clouds look up and see me
Raining freights of unequivocal madness brave and buried before
hundreds of thousands of my ceremonies for my sharpest spear
My rituals for my broken clock
And life is life is life


I run out into the angry road
And a collar firm across my neck pulls me away from a fast pain I cannot comprehend
I am also contained in a sacred way
Boundaried by eons of loving realized ancestors with arms as delicate as winter flower petals
And life is life is life



Mother tree digs a plot into the soft earth
Singing western medicine songs and shedding snake skin again and again and again
She circles the open wound
Falling in slower than any bird has ever fallen
I witness it all for her with her as her
And life is life is life



These rivers of my hand
I don’t know where they go stopping abruptly
Ley lines intersecting and shifting course and in a caffeine dream beneath the sun I see
How I weave them holy with every bellied breath that intermits this casual spiral of a walk
When I trip I’m forced to find myself
And life is life is life



Horns from my hands
Horns from my hips horns from my sacral chakra
Horns from my head that pray in reverse
That hunger for thirst
I’m just resting my eyes and then I see it
The great maul of goddesses and of gods
Who’ve always surrounded my funeral
Blowing in the wind
Leafless and free
And om
And life is life



Father sky inventing a new blue every daybreath and life and mother moon stirring my heart to syrup and life is life



The footsteps that come up through the floorboards the music of an empty house the cry of my child our first language calling longing reaching for a new womb a redemption a reckoning an unwinding of the yarn that turns this earth where I am you and you are me folded into the fabric



Do not leave this room angry my friend
Take this empty basket with you
Swollenfooted and or candleheaded
Life is life is life

@maiurro