The Sounds of Jupiter

Resting on the Backs of Giants.

The earth's stomach rumbles, roils, signifies, acclimiticizes its beautiful congruent ultradimensional shifting-----------what else could you call it..? -------songs...

Thresholds we wear as ornament

Lions we wish we were

When they are the sun

Sincerely,

Lost, found.

stripped,

faded.

letting

Rivers

cascade

deliver

go.

Letting go.

Letting Go.

I'd laugh a thousand ways if it meant across an ocean you handed me the flower that was a remedy.

A remedy across time, the colour of maple.

I'd let wind carry me, I'd let a river flow.