MY freedom is skinless AND it flies
sometimes when i am at a red light
and other times within deeper dreams.
The madness of existence encased
within meat sickens me. i dream
of carving myself out of wet matter.
But the blood red is beautiful.
Nothing compares to bleeding Life.
Metaphorically and Literally.
Tragically. Romantically.
LIGHT also cries.
within colors of flashes.
Supernovae. In ways that
no human ear has ever heard.
Nor eyes have or could see.
The heart knows.
An experience beyond HUMAN.
:: 04-03-2019 ::
