HAVENS

Rows
You'll never be put aside my friends
Who I adore who I slave for who I cherish
We progress and slave to our deeds
Sleep with our lovers or pine in our night alone
Some grow with owls or
Walk and be marked by sticks they carry
Silence and cricks play our evening stream expedition
It is going wonderfully
This river spins harp strings and can clean and feed
Kill and then borne to ocean
This river held me back and kept me close to mother
We drip of contagious blur
Nothing has come and to be shone
This formless exposition bemoans clever strategy
This mother of mine extends her arms
Plays cradle and lets friends be themselves
To be a guide unto themselves and
Let us have it never any other way
This mother is a river and clings to cricket wings
Cleans and slows our passage through time
Opens her owl wings and plays night time rhythms quiet
Sings sound of playing on white harp strings
Bending and vibrating light vibrations
It all vibrates and it all vibrates to palm trees
Those little hills our houses sit on
Stories of inhabitants haunting some supra-natural
spectrum
Normal unto themselves
Yet demonic to witness
Us who wonder
Yet by and by much accustom is rule less child
Oh I can follow the flute and reference nothing of the
past
I get the storm and understand it most deeply
Am each of its rain drops and access lists daily
deaths
Are the small things ground and heated to pass on or
see through
Or see your current state bouncing back back back back
How much can you carry as you go
We pick our seats in amphitheater
Snack and string gallows
Flush our Poseidon
Divide our demonic kingdoms
Cast our triton and get deep in the river
Past our waist drown our smiling faces
Our tears run and smudge
Mother comes to wipe them
Sees her reflection
Drops her walking stick
Bends our clever ears and coos inside
We get warm and fall over
Fall deep inside this river of rushing delicacy
Get mostly swept away not swept but mostly drift
We are the drifters in our mothers rushing ocean
Which surges all at once
We are waves of her face
Rummage witness
Fly with our brother owl and strangled before it
before them all
fall and die at once
breath our same tricks of tragedy
Run with daggers in woods
Hunt with our supreme lover's intention
Diviner aimless sprinkles chair dust
Lovers can still lust in love
This river takes it all slow brutal
Knowing all encompassing compassionately
Bends and bees a very spectacle of itself
Bends and leaves with my mother
Loves my friends and leaves at night
Plays music of our lives