Poem from the vaults, newly rotating

catapult me into infinity watching
snakes slither to tell of the apple to

the first humans get the code, break
the code, make the code breathe

fresh air atmosphere of quickly 

scooting taxis and transport vessels

as i stay firmly planet rooted in

soil winds ask dancers to come with

them, they dance in my eyes like

fireflies twinkle and dust from a 

meteor sprinkles down on my 

shoulders, holders of scrolls keep 

them under their tongues and flicks

of lava start to warm the center 

of the universe, perfected structures

lay in their right places, like

playground equipment with childhood

memories playing on the monkey bars

and balancing on beams with fresh 

grass cut and the smell of it and

dirt mixed with sweat on hands

and i realize shelter does not have

to be a physical location, although

physical locations help too, but this

is a place of awake resting where

monks hover with me above the 

clouds bestowed with jewels of rainbow

reflections and lectures end and

schools out and i feel my pig 

in shit happy snout, God, whoever 

you are, forgive me for my profanities

they just seem to help me like handles

help me forgive myself for the pure

full enjoyment of my physical form, it

feels like food and now i know it's 

good and i don't want to go back,

but back and forth are ends of

a stretched out sircle, pulled

like a rubberband and man i want 

to stretch this out and be not

just caught by my fears and my

voice, but pushed on to new 

eras, new horizons, new sunset skies

clouds burning beautifully and taking

my outside in and my insides out

gets good blood flowing fresh and

new and i hope i never stop going 

and growing and standing up to

wake my legs up and give 

myself a hand forgiveness is so

simple whenever words run themselves

in sircles or into walls of reason

built over seasons but new seasons

arrive to free men

i spelled circle, "sircle," because i wanted to continue the contemplation of: "back and forth are ends of a stretched out sircle..." get it? okay.

thanks for reading

.Endnote. My good friend Ryan McBee, writer for presentmagazine.com, has been gracious enough to collaborate with me on the "sircle" contemplation. This can be found at his new conceptual/actual blogspace: http://suitcaselegs.wordpress.com/2008/12/17/a-reply-to-romagnitross/

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