in my bones are the rhythms of my ancestors
shaking within me!

this quaking history, keeps me alive in the war to survive!

as the mirror below affirms this very descent, this thereafter segment ‘eye’ in me is alike my fathers and mother’s tree.

which harkens back to a foreseen destiny.

although: entangled by the witnesses to achieve and the downward spiral which makes one believe.

(in a higher power or a flower that needs only soil and the elements to empower)

we belong to pieces that are connected to individual sized creases.

sheets of a potential pressed steamed release!

once ironed out though, we are all wholly so.

this becoming of another, is all the same in love.

on this new moon, the tune of my soul is in step with what came before, this door is one to explore

on the eve of such advent occasion, the sun fancied me a date with the heat without much persuasion.

it’s hot as HELL!

my inside recognition already knew of hydrating any scorching suspension bell!

so i took a sip and then i fell into a greater water well: oh the stories i can tell!

but we’ll save that for another turn // consciously awaiting when the sun departs and is no longer thee all sustaining burn.

thus: eyes to the you up above, when you’re below you’re still high as a dove.