
How the cat is connected unconsciously to it's own tail
the leaves of future summers hide in the roots
children living in their mother's faces
and memory stored in snapshot flashes
step into the sound current
the mirror of any word
should be laid by the river reflecting the shore
on a higher line is harmony of another plane
only the measure of distance dictates fluidity
choose assistive entities wisely
feeding stars to the blue goddess
so she remembers the picture of time
the forces inside late spring branch fullness
never sleep
a child in the womb
an entire gender a desired envy
mystery forever to the other
equality a grace unrecognized
the ego outgrew small hearts
pity for that now surreal
barbeque drink in hand life
the most boring artist salon ever
stuffed to the gills with trivia regurgitation
status neurosis cocktail and it's derision hangover
so uptight nobody will dance
too hip to get happy
distended intestines
crossed arms
keep your cool faces on
and away from us
damn, all that potential
I only throw sacred
for creation and death source
active disappearing is how nothing works
it's wonders
zero the myth
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.




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