listen closely
be near me
can you hear the Divine’s soliloquy?
Images delivered
to the poet who will
digest and regurgitate
Words, colors, sex, and sound
It’s here in this place
We have everything we need
We have time on the wall
it’s face torn
but the wheel still turns
We have the sunrise and sunset
the clouds playing dress up in the sky
even the shadows
of eclipses
come and stay awhile
WhatsHerName Writes 