Hazy Acres

Below some rough surfaces 

Found a bit of light 

Crawling up through tiny holes

Hearing the ocean of opportunity 

To establish a rightful self 

For what it means to be 

Little forces push on a spine 

Bending back 

Folding forward 

Wrist vibrations before the break 

Surrender loudly in this quiet winter 

Divisions at the core to embrace

To become a solar eclipse 

No off set truth 

Just one singular embrace

When it all rings at once 

Packs of animals guiding through the opening 

A few spots to rinse 

Iron out the kinks

Building where it begins 

Again on the day it begins

Feet step with an Inch of intentions 

Looking both ways in the rush hour 

The camera turns the lights on an imagination 

For it to live and be heard 

Megaphone simplicity 

Always been here 

Always will be 

Until the flutter lets go and so it shall be 

As the knees and elbow dance around the fire 

Tongue language 

White paint 

Bone chains clack the madness 

Walking sticks up high 

Down to stab the energy 

Twisting in the turn 

Spins to generate heat 

There is a way and this is the way 

Whistle in the dark