i met a seat today in my home
a 70s-style middle school desk
we purchased from the re-store
after smoking my experience earlier
and fleeting into nothing more or less
where my body has become able to write from
i slipped into a tub of warm water mixed with epsom salt
there the realization retreated from the veil eroding within
resting upon the enamel's decay
i found something clear
clear in a sense to see
mystery's gypsy
clinging to her knees
as my hairy chest shows
I curl within her vine of death-
as birthed saged scented clouds
show the strength way of sun wu kong
blown through the sky's sunny meadow
celebrating fire by Welsh festivals to be
-j.a. knolls
